This past Sunday would have been my dad’s seventieth birthday. It’s hard to believe how much life he has missed in the almost ten years since he’s been gone. With each year that passes it gets harder to remember details, so I always enjoy it when the girls ask questions that trigger vivid memories of…
Earlier this summer the man who pastored the church I grew up in for twenty-two years celebrated his eightieth birthday. Eighty is significant in and of itself, but several years ago, this man was the recipient of a heart transplant ~ which really makes every birthday thereafter one of special significance. To honor his eightieth,…
Yesterday a friend and I were talking about authenticity in writing. Specifically, we were agreeing that it’s hard to balance honesty, transparency, relevancy and responsibility each time we sit down to write. As a Christian, I want to write things that are generally encouraging. I feel a certain sense of obligation to be careful, gentle,…
I only started this blog a few months ago, yet I find that I’m already growing tired of myself, tired of my writing style, tired of my humor… I don’t think for a second that my stories and experiences through parenting are any more significant than anyone else out there. Nor, do I think that…