At this moment, I am in bed at the ripe hour of nine o' clock. My son is lying next to me as I'm holding a cool towel to his little, sweaty head. He has had a fever for five days. Poor little man. While my husband is at work (thank you dear for bringing home the organic nitrate-free low sodium bacon!), I have been running a mini … Continue reading Wonder Woman Vs. Weary Woman
Category: On Faith
Stopping Perfectionism
A couple of nights ago, my-eight-year-old placed his head on the kitchen table, and announced with tears in his eyes, "I'll never ever get this." There before him was a slightly wrinkled paper with a long list of spelling words, all needing to be alphabetized ... words like "tired" and "tried" and the like. And poor guy, so used to blazing … Continue reading Stopping Perfectionism
On Belonging and Finding Home
Oh, the feeling of not belonging begins early. I picked up my daughter from preschool yesterday, and I asked her my usual question, "How was your day?" To this question, she usually gives me a thumbs up or a big grin. But this time, she hung her head and said, "No one played with me … Continue reading On Belonging and Finding Home
Why We Were Never Meant to be Stars
Like many of you, I was deeply saddened to hear about Robin Williams. The other day, I spent some time reading some heartfelt sentiments, tweets, and Facebook posts remembering and mourning this iconic actor. He was definitely the master of many personas -- somehow so convincing, relatable even in his absurdity. He was really a brilliant man. He entertained us greatly. We liked him. … Continue reading Why We Were Never Meant to be Stars
Slurpee-Drinking World
We live less than five minutes from 7-Eleven. It's a bit of a curse. Sometimes, we take the kids to ride their bikes or scooters around our quiet neighborhood, just to get some exercise and fresh air. But it can be a challenge when you have a racing ten year old, a cautious eight year … Continue reading Slurpee-Drinking World
Pixie Dust (& Other Good Gifts for Daughters)
Sometimes you just have to pretend there's a little pixie dust. You learn this quickly when you have a four-year-old girl in your home. She wants to wear a dress with so much fluff it adds an extra yard to her circumference. She unapologetically fastens on sparkly shoes to dig in the dirt mounds at … Continue reading Pixie Dust (& Other Good Gifts for Daughters)


