There’s not a household on earth where the words “It’s not fair!” aren’t heard every now and then. If you have children under the age of, oh, 23, then it’s likely you hear it on a regular basis. Our younger son (8) is wrestling with what’s “fair” a lot these[Read more]
May I skip the well-crafted introduction and get straight to my rant? I recognize that my heart strings aren’t easily tugged by the typical tear-jerker messages about children and puppies and rainbows and dreams, so I try to let others enjoy them and keep my comments to myself. Bumper stickers,[Read more]
I am a mother. No matter what may happen in my life or in the lives of my children, that will never change. While my role as a mother is a huge part of my identity, it is not all of what makes me who I am. Just take another[Read more]
I’ve heard that the human body is unable to distinguish between fear and excitement. (I’m sure I learned that from an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, so don’t quote me or use this information in any real-life situation). Apparently the same physiological reactions occur in both situations and it’s our brain’s[Read more]
I am drawn to bloggers who share their ongoing struggle with depression – who’ve found a way to manage it, but acknowledge that the disease is never cured, only maintained. Their stories give me insight into what my husband is going through (and I can never have enough resources for[Read more]
My family of four – me, my husband, our two sons (then 8 and 5) – is spread out across a pew, waiting for worship to begin. I flip through the pile of papers tucked inside the bulletin, skimming the announcements, while our youngest removes the rubber rings in the[Read more]