My kids make me feel 16 feet tall

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

An afghan as a symbol of regret…

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…

When I was defrocking my mother’s home this past weekend, I came across some plaques that some of us had … Continue reading Loving back words…

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…