
Punishment or Protection? …When Life Seems ‘Out of Order’…
They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine
…those thoughts about life that spin like wheels in my head — and hopefully don’t run me over…

They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine

For my kids, Easter baskets always came a week early—on Palm Sunday. My mother-in-law sewed adorable outfits, matched them with sweet fancy hats, and brought

I met him once. Rev. Billy Graham. It was a Monday night. A friend and I were on our way to Art Survey 101, and

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 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 could write a post, but, today, I think this picture suffices: 15 years later, how you would caption the photo?

I’ve had a lot of them this year. Last high school soccer game for my daughter. Last high school track meet for my son. Last month

Okay–I just can’t resist! In honor of my twins’ last day of high school today, here they are as kindergartners: and then again as

I hate sports. For all those out there who just gasped, my family included, I apologize. But I just have to say, I really hate
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