Twenty. 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 ten? And, you’d be right. But, my Mother’s Day misery started well before I...
I worried he’d be born on Halloween. With an October 30 due date, it certainly could have happened. He’d have to share his birthday with trick-or-treaters, candy comas, and scary movies. I detested the concept and avoided all labor inducing activities for a full...
I don’t know at what exact moment it all changed. But I remember in third grade when I stood in front of the gold trimmed, full length mirror in the corner of my room and made an assessment that I would carry with me for decades: My thighs were large. A week or...
I wrote this quick letter to my daughter about her value a few months ago, the evening that the Victoria’s Secret swimsuit special aired on national television. I think our girls have it tough on the body image front in this Victoria’s Secret world we live...
This is Day 31. Thirty-one days ago we started school. My house was clean. My freezer meals were prepped. My desk looked like a professional organizer stopped by. And, our routine was rock solid. I made a schedule and we stuck to it. This is what homeschool moms do. I...
I caught this slightly crazy but totally funny video on For Every Mom. (You’ll get the gist after the first fifteen seconds. Why is it so funny? Because it’s true . . .at least for me it was. Years ago we planted a church in our house. Yes. Our church met...
