Water
Years ago, when I was helping my mother while she was dying, she got me a pass to the local YMCA. Once or twice a week, I would leave the...
Over Being Over-Scheduled
Last Sunday, my son came to me as we were getting ready for church, and he was crying. "Mommy," he said with tears on his cheeks, "why...
Independence That is Still Dependent
I came upon this article on a friend’s Facebook page, http://faithit.com/stop-doing-8-things-teen-school-year-amy-carney/, and I found...
How a Regular Practice Pays Off (or How Even Roid Rage Can Be a Teacher)
As I mentioned earlier, I've had some issues around breathing. Specifically, what was very mild and intermittent asthma suddenly...
Making a New Anchor (or How to “Breathe” When You Can’t Breathe)
We have been sick. I mean, really, really, really sick. Respiratory stuff. In spades. For ¾ of us. Honestly, it’s been an incredibly...
The Consent Clause
I have been on a bit of a consent crusade the last couple of years. I'm raising both a daughter and a son, which leads me to think about...