We’re Ready to Begin
This week, for the first time since we moved back to Tennessee, our family sat down and watched videos from our time in Wisconsin. What struck me the most was how little our girls were back then. I am not
Follow the Light
My girls and I had spent most of the day cooped up in the house. Attitudes were fraying around the edges—including mine. Then I had an epiphany: a pajama hike! I told the girls to put on their pajamas, since it
“I Miss You!”
Our eldest daughter is, hands down, the most affectionate child I’ve ever known. If my husband and I are cuddling on the couch, she is not content until she’s dropped everything and sprawled herself across the pile. If we’re hugging
My Seashell Finder
Last week, a friend sent a picture from the newspaper showing my six-year-old daughter’s kindergarten class of 2030. Out of eleven students, three wanted to be veterinarians, three police officers, two teachers, one a firefighter, and one a scientist. Only one wanted
Resurrection
“That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal suffering, ‘No future bliss can make up for it’ not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.” –C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
Babeorexia ~ the skinny on baby rolls
Bigorexia: muscle dysmorphia or biorexia is a disorder in which a person becomes obsessed with the idea that he or she is not muscular enough. Babeorexia: chubby dysmorphia or babeorexia is a disorder in which a mother becomes obsessed with the
Growing Up
Seventeen years ago I requested a white Persian kitten for Christmas, but my father’s storage barn business was slow as it usually was over winter so instead I received an orange and white long-haired tom that hissed and clawed until
Publishing Wisdom From a Whippersnapper
(Celebrating my birthday at a B&B with my husband, so I uploaded this vlog instead.)
The Date Night Disaster
All week long I cling to the promise of date night, which gives my husband and me a chance to flirt and laugh like our love is just beginning and not like, in six hours, we will be getting up with our
Smorgasbord Mommy
Before my daughter’s birth, I was determined never to become that mom. You know, the one who forces neighbors within a twenty-mile radius to keep the pediatrician’s number on speed dial and who requires a second medical opinion when defining