This is not going to be one of those cutesy posts that says we’re not good at things like “holding grudges” or “ignoring people in need.”
What do they do, little urban citizens of virtual worlds, when they arrive in a home where screentime for preschoolers is not prioritized? How do they live?
You can call us crazy, if you want, and not in a good way. We have our moments of absolute certainty to that effect.
I have become an inadvertent homeschooler overnight, which is both an ego boost and a death wish. Help me with some ideas?
Being an Anabaptist woman, while fulfilling, presents certain challenges: such as where to buy good fabric and what to do with your long hair.
All last week, I ran from thing to thing. These are the social media posts I drafted and redrafted in my head, and never shared.