Every child in my house seemed to be crying out in a crisis colliding at the same moment. My teenager came howling
My four-year-old sat wailing on the living room floor. She was having a complete meltdown because she wanted to do two things
“I didn’t make the team,” my oldest sighed as he climbed into the car after a long day of school and hopeful
“Mommy,” my daughter exclaimed as she leaped into the minivan, “I was unable to eat my sandwich today because I found black
I have been thinking a lot about what it means to be a mom lately. Actually, that’s not entirely true. My twenty-six
August is back-to-school month for many, including the new freshman class for colleges. Although I have twelve times brought an entering college
I’d like to explore what I have come to see as the absolute necessity of establishing a “second home” early on in
In those final pushes, my midwife looks me square in the eyes and says, “Don’t forget to breathe!” Yes, yes . .
As soon as the temperature reaches a degree above eighty, my kids declare it summer and jump in the pool. This usually
When I was little, I loved riding in the car at night. I would try to catch a glimpse inside the houses
During a visit to their grandparent’s home, my littles played tag in the backyard. After a long drive, they needed to burn
I think many of us can agree that these last weeks in May are filled with great joy, hope, and anxiety. Joy
Sitting in our home on Easter Eve, it felt anything but peaceful. My four-year-old missed the memo that we were going to
At the edge of our kitchen counter sits a small, nondescript jar with strips of colored paper inside. But this is no
It’s something we’ve all heard throughout our lives: “Trust God.” “God knows what he’s doing.” “Give everything to him.” Much easier said
Just gotta love when the Lord tells you something using your own child’s mouth. “Stop whining.” What? “Stop whining.” Andre and I
I never wanted to live in the suburbs. I either wanted to live in the center of a bustling city like New
“Motherhood’s monotony is clouding my joy,” I think to myself as I stand, unamused, over yet another load of dishes to wash.
He barreled up the stairs, running away from a sibling or cousin. The day had been long, lots of opening presents, lots
Christmas break was an interesting experience for us this year. For the first time in a long time, all of my kids