My first Christmas as Mom, I exhaustedly rocked a chunky newborn boy who was stuffed like a Butterball turkey in cutesy reindeer pajamas. I stared … Read More ›
Category: Christian Living
While roaming the Appalachia foothills, I’m sure the Cherokees and Shawnees must have searched the sky for a star or the sun’s position to track … Read More ›
I grew up certain that groundhogs were as addicted to coffee as my mother. My father drove me to school every morning. This was partly … Read More ›
Last week, I was able to visit Nan in her nursing home. Nan suffers from vascular dementia (along with an array of various ailments). This … Read More ›
Mothers of toddlers know the real struggle of nap-time. My near-three year old will jump up and down on the bed with Olympic-worthy altitude. Any … Read More ›
I can’t help but think of my Nan when the leaves begin to change. I wasn’t a school bus frequenter. After elementary school, I pretty … Read More ›
I’ve always wanted to start smoking, but I keep putting it off. Honestly, I just fold under any sort of guilt and the known effects … Read More ›
While perusing bacon brands at my local supermarket, I couldn’t help but be aware of a mother screaming at her family like a 1990’s communist … Read More ›
I always laughed in the early mornings when I would see my mother wrapped in her housecoat, sipping coffee, and staring out the window. Extra … Read More ›