Here it is again…the holiday everyone loves or hates: Valentine’s Day. I have written about Valentine’s Day here and here, so I won’t repeat myself (much). Instead, I want to take you on an artistic journey on this path we call “love.” You see, we English speakers have such a …
Valentine’s Day. It’s only a week away. The feelings on this holiday are so very mixed. I’ve seen articles describing how it’s a pagan holiday and Christians shouldn’t celebrate it. I’ve heard people calling it a Hallmark holiday, commercializing romance. People choose to celebrate or ignore it for varied reasons. …
It was our last service at the church we had attended 22 years. The next morning I would be pulling out with a minivan full of the last of our belongings and moving a few hours away. I hugged friends and bid them goodbye one by one. When I looked …
When I was in kindergarten, I thought everyone’s mom made them get baths, keep their hair clean and go to school looking presentable. Then, I met my best friend, Rachel, and realized she didn’t smell like the other kids. I thought everyone’s mom helped out at the school and played …
FAMILY We gather. The grandparents, the cousins, the aunts and uncles and perhaps a pet or two arrive. Some have walked over, and a few have driven a few miles. Others have driven hours with kids bursting at the seams to be free of their car seats or slowly emerge …
I know you’re thinking, “Isn’t this post a little late? Valentine’s Day was over a week ago!” I get it. I might wonder the same thing. But, you need to know a few things about me and this month of February. For most people, February is the month everyone loves …
He looked at his computer screen then at me a bit hesitantly. “Do you know you have 70 books checked out? That’s not 17, it’s 70,” he emphasized the last words. I smiled. Our family always amazes new library personnel. I replied how I usually do. “There are six of …
Being a mom is not very private. Some of us moms begin parenthood by sharing body space with our little ones. And all moms give what is left of their hearts to that little person long before they lay eyes on them or sign the papers. That, of course, is …
Note: I wrote this over three years ago. I am sharing it with you even now that I have older children. The principles still ring true even without little ones hanging on to me all day long. They are three little words that at once create a hunger and frustration …
His name is Adam. I see him sitting across from me in the kindergarten reading group as we all clutch our little paper readers. He stands and dips his head close to the words and begins. Painstakingly. Slow and stammering. Some kids fidget. I ache for him. The teacher makes …
