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How do you handle moody, angry or just plain foolish people? Anyone who knows me knows that I have no tolerance for nonsense. If I can, I walk away from those people…and I stay away. But what if we can’t walk away…what if it’s people we work with or live with, what if it’s family

Words are pretty powerful, aren’t they? When my oldest daughter was three years old, I was struggling with how to address her behavior. One could often hear me saying, “First, the terrible two’s. Now, the terror three’s. I don’t know what to do!!” I had heard about a parenting class and I jumped at the

  At the start of summer, my thirteen year old, began to “play around” a little more on the piano. He would hear a song at church or on the radio, then come home and try to figure out the keys. The more he played, the better he played. I was pleasantly surprised. “Wow, Caleb…that’s

 Last week was our annual beach excursion.  I have said in prior posts how much I love the beach and the ocean- the sound of the waves does something to reset my soul.  It’s a peaceful respite from the normal grind. I love to collect shells from each of our trips. I wish I could

It’s been said that my sister and I look a lot alike.  Some people say we act alike too. As similar as we are, we also have our differences. There is a part of me that has always wanted to be like her.  Even when we were young.  She’s smart and silly, easy-going but grounded.

Today turned out to be the most wonderful day of the year for my youngest daughter and I. No, it’s not Christmas.  It isn’t even either one of our birthdays. It was “spring” cleaning and the truth is, it was anything but wonderful. I found that my daughter had stuff collecting everywhere imaginable. It was a hot mess! But,

My daughter likes to walk around in my heels and wear my jewelry sometimes. It’s amusing to see her shuffling with the shoes, trying to keep her balance.  The other day, I was wearing a sundress, and she asked me if she could have it when she was all grown up.  I reassured her that

I remember when my children were infants, there were moments they seemed inconsolable. Whether they were in physical pain or something had upset them, the tears flowed incessantly and their cries were excruciatingly loud. Such moments were heart breaking. That is, until their Daddy said their name, gently stroked their head or cradled them in

One of my favorite things to do while I was pregnant with my first child was settle in and read about how she was developing inside me.  The book would describe my baby week by week, and would even use tangible, descriptive words to give me a better idea of how big she was: Week 12:

                Since I was young, I have strongly disliked public restrooms (especially on road trips). I’m no diva….I just prefer clean bathrooms (and I have a very strong gag reflex).  So, on such family trips, we had a routine. I would have my sister go in first, assess