My daughter worships Harriet. Literally. Last year I overheard her praying to Harriet Tubman to offer her guidance and courage.
At the local library yesterday, my four-year-old granddaughter listened to stories about stars, and about how everything on earth – including the Earth itself — is made from the debris of exploding stars, known as supernovas.
After online and in-person trainings, and a firm understanding that we would not be adopting any pets of our own, we became certified Operation Kindness volunteers, the largest no kill shelter in north Texas.
When we had our first babies, reading aloud was a way to pass the time, from Narnia to seminary homework.
Earlier this year, I met a friend for a remarkable lunch. A relatively new church goer, she had heard a sermon on the beatitudes and wanted to speak with me about whether we Christians were really serious about trying to live that out.
We are entering one of my most dreaded times: college acceptance season.
One of the most delightful ways to observe Lent with children is to share stories about the life of Jesus including his death and resurrection, and Easter traditions.
What is parenting if not equipping our children with the ability to function in the world?
I’ve been tempted in the past to say that I’ve been tricked into thinking that I’m a good parent because I have easy children. I say “tempted” because the last time I sat down to write something about that, I was in the ER that night with a kid who needed stitches in his head after an unfortunate encounter with the sideboard in our dining room.
Currently I’m sitting on my sister’s couch with her tiny 6 pound, two-week-old baby nestled right beside me. Life is good. So very good.