And When There Are None: Views from the Empty Nest
Parenting is a constant state of letting go. First time we allowed someone to hold them. First time they slept in a different room. First
Parenting is a constant state of letting go. First time we allowed someone to hold them. First time they slept in a different room. First
Yes, you read that title right. Sometimes life is awkward. Like that day with those boots. Or the time I got a key stuck in
It was an innocent idea. Or perhaps naïve. I’d go out to the little pond and feed the geese. My bag of bread had gone
Because I find myself sobbing today—For our nation, for Texas, for our schools, for our children… And for yet another family near me who just
Some days, life feels heavier than others. Yes, as my earlier post said, the movie isn’t over. But we start to wonder if the ending
I had a fight with Siri today. Ok, to be truthful, it isn’t the first time. Just proves, once more, my abusive relationship with technology.
a Mother’s Day article (originally written for Fountain of Life magazine) It was the only time I ever called a radio station. At least so
Ever feel like a failure? Some days our mistakes wail at us like an air-raid, and we’re left wondering how to recover. If you’re there,
Good Friday. It’s one of those special days that sits on one little square of the calendar—but affects us for eternity. But why is it
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