Between the hours of 9 and 11 a.m. on Tuesday, I said (read: yelled) the following to the following: “Christian, get away from that snake.” “Please do not bury mommy’s shoes in the flowerpot ever again.” “Where ...

Our furnace is going out.  The last few days I’ve been instructed by Josh (who sits in a warm office 8 hours a day) to “keep it turned off until you just can’t stand it anymore.” The high ...

Christian is running. Everywhere he goes, he runs (and pushes and bites.) He’s a serious little combination of stout legs, strong torso and an accidental (but convincing) Three Stooges haircut (compliments of his mother.) He is two ...

Just after graduating high school, when I was way too cool to participate in anything meaningful and designed to point me toward maturity, my church hosted a fun evening of separate Father/Son and Mother/Daughter events. The men ...

I grew up on a state park, which was a bit like having an enormous playground in your backyard. Which, technically, we did. That was back when teeter-totters were fun. Excuse me. Let me rephrase. That was back ...

This is the one I didn’t want to write. It’s too hard. And it’s too awful. It’s too big for me. It comes after a week in the news that strikes every parent at the core of ...

A few years ago, we were on our way to Branson, Missouri to visit the fabulously fantastic Silver Dollar City when Edy got carsick.  (Yes, Silver Dollar City really is that wonderful. Seriously, I want to retire ...

The surgery went well.  So well.  It was fast and smooth and confirmed that we had done the right thing for our little girl. And Hattie was happy. She woke up from the anesthesia happy. She cuddled ...