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
Publishing Wisdom From a Whippersnapper
(Celebrating my birthday at a B&B with my husband, so I uploaded this vlog instead.)
The Hourglass of Time
One o’clock in the morning and even in sleep my daughter hiccupped from the magnitude of her eleven o’clock cries. I nestled her closer – her feet pressing into my stomach like tiny hot stones, her dimpled hands clutching the
Heeding My Motherly Intuition
The first time the small white pickup slowed to an idle and the driver with the snaggletooth grin asked if I needed a ride, I was on my cell phone.“Who’s that?” my best friend asked. “Some hillbilly.” I watched to
I Know Just How You Feel
As I plodded through the sleepless period of my newborn daughter’s life, the greatest kindness was when other mothers reached out and told me that they had been there, too; that they knew what it was like to count down
Climbing to New Heights
Two weeks ago my husband, Randy, was working on our chimney while I sat under the front porch writing. The wind swayed the trees bordering the field and spun the outdoor ceiling fans; hummingbirds buzzed each other like tropical insects