Thank you Mama. Three simple words, I never get tired of hearing. In the morning, when I place a scrambled egg on my son’s plate. Thank you Mama. When we sit to eat dinner. Thank you Mama. Whether it comes from a high pitched seven year old, or a really deep, sounds a little like
My grandmother (Ammachi) loved chocolate. When we questioned Ammachi about her blood sugar levels, her response was pretty standard. “Who’s checking?” she would say with a smirk. And when this same 92 year old grandmother was asked ‘How are you doing,’ she had yet another clever and witty reply. “Better than Barzillai.” Perhaps you’re scratching your
It’s like iron sharpening iron…on steroids. Here’s what the past twenty years of marriage have taught me. #1 I wasn’t as nice as I thought I was. If you have even an ounce of selfishness in you (and I had several ounces), marriage has a way of bringing it to the surface. God used marriage
When our first child was about two years old, I thought I had this parenting thing down. Our son was obedient, orderly, you name it..he was it. And then we had kid # 2. He was cute, charming, well behaved (in public), but behind closed doors…let’s just say, we were worn out! I remember my
I remember when my boys were little. There were days I felt more like a referee than a mom. My little one was usually the instigator, egging his big brother on (see pic above). But it takes two to tango. Right? So, when it looked like there was no end in sight, I’d step in.
Stay Strong
I credit my mom for teaching me a few raw and real-life lessons about the mind of a man. Mom is a godly woman who raised us using biblical principles. She is no-nonsense and tells
