Merry Christmas
The stockings are all hung by the chimney with care... Well, most of them are, anyway. I don't have a stocking for Annika yet, because FOURTH CHILD! I can't be bothered with such details right now, thankyouverymuch. We had two days of nippy weather down here in Florida and it put us right into...
Eight is Great
The very first time I went home with Lee Stuart, I heard all the stories about him. I heard about how he didn't go anywhere without a basketball in his hand; how he could be found asleep at night, his arm slung over his dirty ball; how he had to be reminded to set the basketball down at the...
Raising World Changers
I was twenty-five years old, a brand new mom, and I rolled slowly to a stop in front of her house. I picked up my weeks old baby boy and walked to the front door, loaded down with an overstuffed diaper bag, several blankets, and a deep need for someone to tell me I would survive. When Laura...
Killing Santa: A Repost
I am desperately behind in life. I've barely kept my head above water this week (and I can't even blame it on pregnancy this time), and it doesn't appear I will catch up anytime soon. So, in lieu of writing any actual new words, I'll go ahead and repost this blog from April, 2014: Also known as...
