Lately, I’ve been doing something very dangerous and up until now, it’s been my little secret. When my alarm goes off somewhere between 5-5:15am, I’ve been stumbling down the stairs and heading straight for the coffee pot. After I’ve had one sufficiently long, glorious sip I gather my Bible, journal, devotional, pens, and highlighters. Then, … More Just Change Me.
He exhaled loudly and fidgeted in the seat next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that he was nervous. “It’s going to be ok, you know?” I said softly. He looked at me and smiled. “Yeah. I know,” he agreed. “It’s just….I’ve…..never done anything like this before. I’ve never … More The Difference Between Quitting and Walking Away
I was just on the verge of sleep when I heard the door creak. Tiny footsteps slowly tiptoe toward my bed. Climbing onto the trunk at the foot of the bed, she stealthily made her way–one knee at at time–up toward the pillows. I lay there silent; listening….as she rustles the covers attempting to cocoon … More Seeking Comfort.
Perhaps you saw me that day? I was the lady with my head down–staring at my phone–trying not to be recognized as “their mom.” Yeah. Those were my kids in the bathroom. They were the ones belting out the song from Moana because apparently the acoustics provided by Costco’s facilities are exactly perfect for a … More Sing.
She is the one who resembles me the most. She’s a bookworm who loves to read and she carries her journal everywhere we go in case she gets a good idea for the story she’s writing. She’s sensitive, but outspoken; feisty, melodramatic, adventurous, and loves a good laugh. She mimics my facial expressions when she talks … More Mini-Me.
Yesterday, just as the sun was coming up, a wide-eyed, curious little boy showed up at my bedside with an armful of books about pirates. He was wearing Big Bird pajamas and had a pirate hat on. His Peter Pan dagger was skillfully tucked under his armpit. As I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened … More Doing Our Best
All week my daughters have been on every single one of each other’s nerves. One minute they are completely inseparable besties and the very next minute there is weeping, wailing, and the girly-version of “gnashing of teeth” known as hair-pulling. Not only have they been on all of each other’s nerves but they have certainly … More The Kindness of a Helping Hand
When I started homeschooling my kids, there were lots of things I wanted to teach them. Among the most important is learning to think for themselves. I encourage them to recognize bias in everything they read, and to filter it through reality (as well as their own beliefs and convictions) and formulate their own opinions about … More Digging up truth (and Democrats…)
my anchored life: 