Palm Sunday’s Hidden Surprise
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
…those thoughts about life that spin like wheels in my head — and hopefully don’t run me over…
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
Think Marley and Me….Only a Golden. Like AirBud. And Shadow from Homeward Bound. But more beautiful. More loyal. And smarter. And sneakier. (On account of
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