Mark and I like to keep things “spicy” by writing little notes to one another on our bathroom mirror (we’ll have to reconsider once Liam...

We’re late to be somewhere, anywhere. You approach me and ask, “Mom, will you put on my shoes?” I bend down, wrestling to force your...

When Mark and I went to London for our honeymoon, we found this quaint bookshop full of all sorts of literary treasure, old and new.  In it...

      We finally rented and watched Once the other night. This independent, modern musical takes place  in Dublin over the period of a week. I...

Grandpa, today you went to be with Jesus.  Even your last words, “I’m going home,” celebrate the anticipation of being with Him. I rejoice knowing...

So this last week I’ve been cleaning out the kids rooms of toys, books, and needless junk to make room for more toys, books, and...

I really love the Christmas season: pageants and ballets, music and lights, Christmas trees, hot chocolate (or peppermint mocha’s), white elephants, parties, friends and family, and...

Most of you know my husband, Mark. If you haven’t met him, the truth is you might not notice him if you were in a room...

This post is for the women who question their ability to parent: you are not alone. And for any of you who have commented about me “always having...

me: Do you want to color? Liam: Yeah, that would be great! Let’s color in this book. me: No, let’s color these pages here. Liam:...