Feet stomp down the hall, and I hear the door slam. My strong-willed child and I have gotten into it again. No matter how carefully I step or how gently ...
Moms of Teens

Over the last thirteen years, I’ve had countless opportunities to send my children out of our home for one activity or event or another. I have now raised half of ...
“You do realize that for the next thirteen years we will have a teenager in our home, right?” Just as we began the celebration of our oldest beginning his journey ...
Fall is making a slow but steady appearance here in the South. Like a shy maiden, she flirts and teases, advancing with gentle rains or hefty breezes, only to scorch ...
Rolling down the window of our now-mountaineering Suburban, I felt the sun and cool breeze caress my face. The teens in the back stuck their arms out, letting the cool ...
“Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you will look back and realize they were the big things.” Thus reads a piece of wall art hanging in my ...
I have been thinking a lot this Lent about what it means to come home. At the beginning of Lent, we often read the story of the Prodigal Son, a ...
The storm was brewing upstairs. Standing in the kitchen, I paused and listened. Doors slamming, voices shrill with anger, and then suddenly an avalanche of feet pounded down the stairs. ...

