I don’t write about my family as often as I used to – at least not directly. They get a nod, now and then, as the inspiration for a new idea or for their part in creating something, but, there was a time when depression, autism, and parenthood (all headliners[Read more]
Last night, our older son started his usual Sunday night lament, detailing all the things he hates about Mondays (and Tuesdays and Wednesdays . . . and any day that involves school or interruption to his preferred routine). Glass-is-half-full person that I am, I tried redirecting the conversation to his[Read more]
One of the best parts about being pregnant with each of our sons was watching my husband’s enthusiasm grow as we prepared for each of their arrivals. My husband has very few, if any, good memories from his own childhood, so he reveled in the opportunity to plan and prepare[Read more]
In the last month, two young television actors – Cory Monteith (Glee) and Lee Thompson Young (Rizzoli and Isles) – took their own lives. I found myself scanning the web off and on in the days that followed, hoping for more details – not the gory “how” so much as[Read more]
There are so many things I want to give my children, but I’m convinced the greatest gift I can ever give them is a sense of contentment with what they already have. I’m learning it’s a daily lesson I must teach them – partly because the consumer culture in which we[Read more]
Several months ago, I agreed to preach on Pentecost Sunday, at the church where my parents worship, in southern Illinois. I like pulpit supply work, especially when the obligation provides an excuse for my little family to visit my parents for a few days. But as the dates for this[Read more]