This is a story about how “my dog” became “my mom’s dog.” The true tales of their recent years together are far more hers than mine to tell. So I am not the best or most worthy writer of this story, only a teller of the highlights to celebrate a special pup. Sixteen years ago…
Summer has a remarkably different feel than the school year. My oldest likes to sleep in, but the younger two are early risers. And, everyone wants to stay up late and play outside until the sun sets and the lightning bugs come out. All three girls are do-ers and want to swim, to bake, to…
I confess that I never read Anne of Green Gables as a child. I was more into popular teen fiction than the classics back then. So it wasn’t until last year when I started reading the first book in the series to the girls at bedtime that I came to know and love the cast of characters…
As we were driving down the interstate yesterday, the Preschooler asked this pressing question: “Is God allergic to anything?” You know what? At this point in the summer when the days are long and the heat index is reaching the triple digits by noon, I’m not really on my A-game with fielding questions of this sort….