There is no perfect parent. Period. We would be so much healthier and happier in the process if we would just realize that it’s our humanity that reveals our need for the kind of help that every parent longs for. And that looking for help can be healthy. There are over 70,000 parenting books for…
Here it comes again. Valentines Day. The day of love and romance and valentines. Only I didn’t marry Valentino. I married a man that grew up with three brothers. Mom was the only girl, pink was taboo, and love was “icky” until the first real girlfriend came along. And that was me. So what if…
From teddy bears to teapots, Precious Moments to precious china, this old bird is cleaning her nest and I’m leaving those magpie tendencies in the past. I’m not sure why it happens, always. Sometimes we go through these phases of “ooooo” and “awwww”, and we can’t resist a cute face or a pretty piece of porcelain.…
It’s right about now that many of you shoppers out there are thinking one of two things: ONE: “I really, really, really NEED to get started on my Christmas shopping!” or, TWO: “I really, really SHOULD have simplified and done LESS!” I am happy to say that after hearing about Four SImple Gifts, and implementing this…
I’m not sure where I put it, but I know it’s there. Stored away. Forgotten. And this treasure so once held dear should never have disappeared. HOPE. Where does it come from and where does it go?
I am a Nana, yet I still talk baby-talk to my grandbabies. I like dill pickles with my chili. I can use a sewing machine and power tools. I love to read–and sometimes take a book with me in the tree while I sit in a deer stand. Seriously, though! I don’t think I even know what “normal”…
Life is precious. Why something so obvious needs to be said is beyond my scope of understanding. But it’s true. Humanly speaking, we often take life for granted. We live like today–this moment–is all that matters. We scurry through the day with our own agenda and hardly give thought to what opportunities we might be…
Life is not a fairytale… …but we do all have dreams of “happily ever after“, so it’s no wonder that this is my #1 MOST PINNED on Pinterest BY FAR: Not too surprising, since every little girl grows up dreaming that one day she will meet her prince charming. This is a stamp that I…
I’m guessing that I got it from my sweet mother… she’s an avid reader and the champion Scrabble player in our family, and now we’re addicted to Words with Friends. She’s retired now, but her former occupation as a proof-reader definitely gives her an advantage! 😉 (Love you, Mom!) The written word has changed course, and…
OR NOT…! I am definitely a warm weather person, and would rather head to the beach than the slopes any day. I DO love the four seasons here in Illinois, but am always ready for the arrival of Spring, and warm temperatures. I really do try to not be a negative person, but I probably do…
So many images in my mind. So many events of the past two weeks, and I can’t even begin to put them into words. My heart says, “WRITE!”, but my mind says, REST. We were gone for seventeen days, and seven of them were just travelling to/from Madagascar. We left before Thanksgiving and came home…
Someone on Facebook posed this question: “If we’re so thankful, why is it that the day after Thanksgiving, we’re all rushing out to get more of the “stuff” that the world says will make you happy?” Good question. We all think, “If I could just have _________, then I’d be happy!” or, “If I could…
It happens often. A song gets stuck in my head and I go to bed hearing it, wake up in the middle of the night hearing it, and think of it first thing in the morning. No wonder I love scripture songs so much. They fill my mind with truth and consume my thoughts. Not a bad…
Wow. The preacher steps on your toes and doesn’t even apologize… He doesn’t need to, really–it’s not his fault that the Truth comes, walks straight down that aisle… right into the pew. It’s a common story, really. The Prodigal Son: ~demands his “rights” ~runs from home ~lives for himself ~squanders his resources ~ends up…
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Unashamedly, I am that Mom. The one that has never looked forward to school starting again. My youngest of four is starting his third year in college and I still tear up. My grandbaby is starting preschool and I’ll hold in the tears until after he’s out…
