For the Things that Go Bump in the Night
The Christmas story never grows old, does it? –Probably because it keeps speaking to us no matter where we are in life. I was honored
The Christmas story never grows old, does it? –Probably because it keeps speaking to us no matter where we are in life. I was honored
Anybody else LOVING the colors of the season? I drive around town and just want to pull over every two seconds to take pictures! The
For those of you waiting for news of our marathon training, it’s been uphill and down—perhaps more figuratively than literally because, hey, we live in
He gave a speech. He thanked his teachers. He thanked his dad and me. He thanked the people giving him the award. And then he
She got hacked. Everyone who knows my daughter knows she doesn’t go anywhere without a book. Her case in a nutshell? Abibliophobia: the fear of
She wrapped her presents with her eyes closed. Why we didn’t wait until Dad got home to do it, I couldn’t tell you. It meant
I’ll never forget the FIRST first day of school–Kindergarten–whether it was my first child, my fifth child, or the three in between! So many hopes,
Being Mom means sacrifice. That’s a no-brainer. But when we ignore the unique mom that we were created to be, we cheat ourselves AND our kids.
Excited to announce my debut in writing for this wonderful website, MightyMoms. I have such compassion for moms of little ones. As a mom of
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