
When God Cried…
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
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. I know. That was a week ago. Still, it’s one of those special days that sits on one little square of the calendar—but
It all started… (Isn’t that how all “oh, no!” stories begin?) Well, this time, it started with a phone call. From my husband who’d just
April—Barely the beginning of spring in Wisconsin. So why we complained at the snow/icy rain pelting us on Saturday, just two days into the month,
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
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