Sigh. Do I have to say this again? Really? I’m starting to feel like a little one-woman band playing a one-note samba. We’re going into month four of this disaster

If you have a toddler and a TV, then you are intimately acquainted with Big Bird, Elmo, and the rest of the gang on Sesame Street. Every day, they focus

Last week, in honor of Father’s Day, I wrote about the one who gave me life and then graciously allowed me to keep it. This week, I’d like to honor

This is what I found when I came through the laundry room last night just after The Mister got home from the office. There’s a story here. If you’re a

This, after a raucous chase that led through the house, out the door, through the grass, over the tramp, and up into a tree.  Whereupon Little J, after being “treed”

Short and tall. Thick and thin. Loud and quiet. Doctor and carpenter. They come in all shapes, sizes, and dispositions. I don’t know what kind you had, but I do

For 2-1/2 months, they’ve been preparing with intensive Bible study, weekly meetings, Scripture memorization, journaling, and preparation of their personal testimonies, among other things.  As a last step, they were

His mother absolutely concurs.

Yesterday morning, I stole out early with my mug of coffee to sit and watch the sunrise.  The clouds were tinted pink and orange.  The land was coming awake with

Moms need to be needed. From what I’ve experienced personally and observed in others, this is pretty much a universal truth. That’s why we cry at big events like graduations