There is an adage in the world of writers to “write what you know.” This practice has served me well over the years as I write about faith, family, ecclesiastical …
There is an adage in the world of writers to “write what you know.” This practice has served me well over the years as I write about faith, family, ecclesiastical …
To all the host moms, foster moms, aunties, friends, neighbors and grandmas loving a child whose mom is struggling ... you are my heroes. You know that wee ones from hard places …
The kids were dropped off, the kitchen cleaned and the laundry started. I was just about to sit down for some quiet time when my phone rang. Breathless and desperate, …
Two little girls stood staring across the screen door. Curious. Hesitant. Surveying each-other. Both wore ridiculous dresses adorned with miles of ruffles. Both had disheveled blonde hair and cheeks flushed red from …
My husband and I were handed the the death sentence of our unborn child in a dark conference room. We sat huddled together in shock, gripping hands as a kind doctor gently explained our son's …
I can't think of a better place to people watch than the county fair. All God’s children show up to enjoy the exhibits and food. So do their parents and …
Anyone who’d ever stayed at Bonnie’s raved about her gift for hospitality. As I set my bags down, I quickly understood why. The guest room pulled me in like a warm …
I’m a ninja at turning my schedule into a game of Tetris. And I am good. Very, very good. Since I knew a two week period contained multiple long meetings and …
My seven-year-old didn’t want any part of the piano recital. He fought me on the song choice, refused to practice and balked at my insistence that he shower and put …
For several years, I hosted the same boys over and over again. These kids counted my home as their second home and my family as their extended family. They were familiar with …