I love this recent family picture of my boys and me. As you can tell at a quick glance, my boys are the “spittin’ image” of their daddy. Check out Logan’s snarl. At least he chose to create some nice symmetry with the snarl on his dad’s face. Too, too funny! Another thing I love is to watch the three { read more… }

Monday night, 6 pm, table set, meal almost ready . . . I had to pinch myself. Nothing – absolutely NOTHING! – about this seemed normal. It was so abnormal that I had to take a quick picture to preserve the moment for posterity. For the past 21 years, our table has often been the car while we were en { read more… }

Does the title of this blog post ring a bell? Remember the highly-controversial 1970 book by Judy Blume with a somewhat similar title? The book’s leading character was Margaret Simon, an 11-year old only child faced with two tough issues: puberty and religion. Margaret does not know how to deal with her changing body or the fact that her mother { read more… }

Life threw me a curve ball, and I wasn’t ready for it. I knew a fast ball was coming, and I had my eyes set on it, but when it curved just at it was approaching the plate, I almost swung and missed. Now before you start thinking I sound fairly intelligent about baseball, let me set the record straight. { read more… }

I wish I could tell you that after 21 years of parenting that I have it all figured out, but truth be told, my kids are still teaching me lessons every single day. I’m not sure if I’m a slow learner or they’re gifted, but we’re going with the latter. This week on Monday morning, I followed my usual routine { read more… }

I wrote here on Wednesday night about the instruction manual that came with my boys. And, here I am two days later still stuck on that same thought. It has been a week. We spent Wednesday night packing Logan up for Kamp Kanukuk, a Christian sports camp in Missouri where he will be working as a counselor for the rest { read more… }