A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
I love you, Mom, written by Blythe Daniel and Helen McIntosh and published by Tyndale House, is intended to be a gift from you to your mom. Continue reading A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
I love you, Mom, written by Blythe Daniel and Helen McIntosh and published by Tyndale House, is intended to be a gift from you to your mom. Continue reading A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
Thinking about my own mothering moments makes me feel 16 feet tall at times. But today, my thoughts are with … Continue reading My kids make me feel 16 feet tall
My husband noticed something was wrong. At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.” “I can tell … Continue reading An afghan as a symbol of regret…
This morning, my 17-year-old son was up before 7, despite having filmed the varsity football semi final and arriving home … Continue reading My mother was right, of course…
As my siblings and I rifled through my mother’s belongings this weekend, distributing what held value to each one of … Continue reading Praising a woman of excellence…
Between the ages of 6 and 19, I moved often. When I was in fourth grade, my family lived in … Continue reading Memories my mother never mentioned…
One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer—at three in the afternoon. 2 Now a … Continue reading “…but what I do have I give you”
I’ve been reading the book of Job with my literature students recently, and we all agree that we wouldn’t want … Continue reading No longer worrying that “it could happen to me”…
My mom became a perfect square this year: 81. I envisioned throwing a Pinterest-worthy birthday party, where we decorated in … Continue reading Mom’s move to memory care…
“A gray head is a crown of glory; it is found in the way of righteousness” (Proverbs 16:31, NASB). I … Continue reading Mom for a week…
I have often complained that I inherited the worst physical attributes of both of my parents. My dad’s acne and … Continue reading What my mother did right…
A memoir: I am at Caspersen Beach, watching three of my five children play with my sister’s three children. My … Continue reading Sands of time…