The Worst Mother’s Day Ever

Ten. That's how many absolutely horrible, no good, very bad Mother's Days I've had. If you know me, you may respond...Wait, isn't your oldest only eight? And, you'd be right. But, my Mother's Day misery started well before I ever read "pregnant" ...

Cinderella Let Me Down

I have an attachment problem. To stuff. To dreams. To the plans I make. For this reason, leasing vehicles proved to be an unwise strategy. As a single girl it seemed like the best way to keep me from having to hassle ...

When God Says Wait a Minute

My brain struggles to keep straight the four purposes for which I climbed the stairs. I chant them over and again in my head: grab laundry basket, pick up towels in bathroom, put away last of little boys' laundry, bring ...