(Writing to you about 9am…)I contemplated posting a picture of me from December 1990 with this blog story. The picture would have been the perfect illustration for one reason – the glasses I was wearing. But, then I remember the clothes I was wearing, which were actually far, far worse than the glasses. Oh my! The outfit I had on. { read more… }

I won’t go into the whole, “I need a grandbaby girl” thing again because y’all have already heard that story, but still… I want you to feel my pain when I say it’s tough being the only girl in the house. None of the men in my life have the slightest bit of appreciation for my creative decorating skills, my { read more… }

I love a project. My boys (all three of them!) often accuse me of dreaming up projects to do. They say if I have five spare minutes on my hand, I can have three new projects planned. And, since there is some truth to that statement, I guess I’ll have to own it. And, while I’m self-disclosing here, I’ll go { read more… }

There is a lot you sign up for that you don’t actually know or understand when you become a mother. Given that my two boys are well past the baby years, I thought I was clearly over most of the unpleasant messes and smells that are involved in motherhood during the early years. I’ve worn spit-up in my hair and { read more… }

There is not a momma on this earth who could love her two boys more than I love mine, but let’s just be plain about this. I need a granddaughter! I’ve been quite explicit in letting my boys know… whoever gives me the first granddaughter gets the inheritance. Seems fair enough to me. I’ve been outnumbered for the past 22-1/2 { read more… }

You’re in for a treat again! Logan is back to guest blog for me. I say he’s back because he just returned from seven weeks of survival kamp (you’ll understand the “kamp” when you read below). He has some cool stories to tell about his adventures, but the most incredible story is about the work God did in and through { read more… }