If I had to encapsulate the last 16 months, it could be summed up as “The Year of Battle.”  It’s also been “The Year of Waiting.”  And in a peculiar

Looking down at his tummy, he pulls his warm, red sweatshirt out and says, “Jesus, are you hungry?”  He pauses, listening, and then looks up, face bright.  “He says yes!” and

I forget, reaching forward, hoping for what is down the road, wriggling impatiently as I sit in my chair, typing, day after day after day.  It’s hard, this enforced sitting still,

“I Thought She Was Out Jogging, But She Was Running Around On Me.”  (I am not making this up.)  Now there’s a girl who should’ve gotten a stationary bike for

It happened again one morning on my way home in the quiet van. I was coming back from dropping off the sophomore and picking up some fruit (okay, and a Starbucks white chocolate mocha)

“I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me

Or it was difficult, for this girl, at least, for a very long time.  But I’m learning.  Thank God, I’m learning. If you’ve been reading the blog for any length

Boys will try anything.  They will jump down onto a trampoline from leafy heights where the air is thin.  They will scale tall, rickety ladders to reach the haymow.  Then