On Facebook, Children, and that Pesky Quest for Fame
Last Sunday, our oldest conquered a fear. He stood up on a stage with his guitar in hand, and he sang into a microphone. His voice was pure, if a little shaky. He was obviously nervous as he never cracked a smile in the three minutes he stood in front, but he did it. He sang his first solo. I...
Join Me There?
I'm writing at both Extraordinary Mommy and Mercy Found Ministries this week. I'd love to have you read along! When my oldest was two years old, my husband and I planned a road trip to see family. I packed the car full of all measure of educational toys, books, crayons and paper, and...
Technicolor Memory – On Life and Travel
We were a rag tag group, a gaggle of teenagers, most of whom were leaving US soil for the very first time. It was 1995, and the dust was still settling from the fall of the Iron Curtain. "Don't get over there and be loud and obnoxious," our leader advised us before we left. "Show them that...
Do the Hard Things
I watch her tenacity, and I find myself envious at times. My eight year old knows exactly what she wants, and when she puts her mind to something, she doesn't let anyone get in her way. Her determination and quest for accomplishment are amazing. A goal, no matter how big or small, is all the...
