We used to walk more together. Both literally and metaphorically. In the early days, we strolled through parks, and through…
Last year my attempt at this challenge was a complete disaster. I was about to give birth to my third…
“Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus . . .” The words of the hymn struck me as though I…
I hear their voices early in the morning. Sometimes I’m in the bathroom. Other times I made it to the…
It was an interesting experience last year, trying the 31 days challenge for the first time, and joining the sub-community…
First we were two. Figuring out how this equation of 1+1 worked. Then we were three, and no one slept…
Mothers unite. Nose wipers, boo boo kissers and diaper changers. The washers of dishes, folders of laundry and meal makers….
July. That as the last time my husband and I had a date. The night before a family wedding,…
To be real. To be ordinary and risk being called boring. To know that it’s OK when I’m not perfect…
“Mama, look.” The call goes on throughout my day. To see the latest discovery, to join the latest endeavor or…
