April marked six months for us in Spain. (Actually it was seven months, but let’s not count that first month living in a hotel.) After a few weeks in our house I wrote about what the experience of moving to a country felt like and how change is often difficult. When...
One evening shortly after he walked in the door, I began rapid-firing information at my husband, full-blown wife mode. He replied, “Whoa. I cannot handle all of that information at once. Penguins are quickly falling off the iceberg.” As a writer, I love...
Back in the day when I had one kid, didn’t homeschool, my husband was gone most of the time and was basically footloose and fancy free…I went to the gym 5-6 days a week. I would get so annoyed at all the people crowding the gym in January. I knew I had...
There I was again. The same hospital. The same waiting room. Maybe even the same chair. My two-year-old son, Harley, oblivious to my inner turmoil, sat next to me. He wiggled down my legs onto the floor. My face winced as his chubby little hands hit the orange...
The response to my first few posts have been incredibly kind and encouraging. The thought that people want to read my words and can glean encouragement from them is humbling. I am grateful for the opportunity and want to provide content that is relevant and worth...
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