An Indescribable Quality
My son’s gifts are quantifiable.  I can tick them off on my fingers.  I often speak of them to others, as in, today my son mastered this...
My son’s gifts are quantifiable.  I can tick them off on my fingers.  I often speak of them to others, as in, today my son mastered this...
I think at any given time, we are surrounded by people, whether they be close friends, acquaintances, family members, or even ourselves,...
Tonight my sweet boy, the child that left my safe and warm womb six years ago, is going to bed without dinner for the first time in his...
Instead, I was standing, hands on my hips telling a six year old girl that in the future she should probably not climb onto a chair then...
My newest mom-title is Shield. Â I remember as a child hearing my parents whisper things, knowing there were always discussions that did...
Right now, my husband is on his way to a cookie exchange. Â He took our four year old daughter with him. Â As I am not feeling well and our...
After three years of sleeping in the same room, tonight my children will sleep apart for the first time.  For a while now they’ve each...
Around our house the phone is for quick texts sent to remind that bread and peanut butter are low, that work is running late, that the...
Let me take a moment to dust off my soapbox, pull out my handkerchief, wipe the smudges from the last time I stepped on it. Â I will...
Yesterday while shopping, my daughter saw an awful princess chair. Â It was plastic and gaudy and ugly. Â To her it was a dream. Â She had...
My Mother tells a story of when she and my Dad were first married. Â While looking for a job, he was browsing through the want ads and...
Life isn’t a miracle; it is the starting line to a hurdle race.  You look in front of you and if you are fortunate you are prepared for...
But try putting six girls and one boy into a house together and ignoring gender. Â All of a sudden doors are closed so princess dresses...
We bought our 1996 Jeep Cherokee from my parents soon after college graduation. Â It was more a favor on my parents part than because they...
And then today, as I stood blow drying my hair, innocently unaware that my daughter had popped into my bathroom, I felt a tap on my leg....
Our last Christmas card is a series of photos of our family in various states of disarray. Â In front of the camera, as hard as I tried to...
We keep our windows open at night, trying to get the bit of crisp air that comes through the mountains.  In years past it’s been enough,...
I wander around from room to room, carrying one under my arm, as if I will have time to read it while I vacuum, while I pick up clothes,...
“And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world...
I don’t tag to annoy or even intentionally include other people in pictures. It’s usually because the people happen to be in a photo I...