Some days my life flows with a serendipity that astonishes me. Other days, not so much. Where will I find a box of the right size?
Someone had spread a glorious thick carpet under my bed, so that my toes sank deep into its silvery luxury.
One of my sisters-in-law and I could talk planners all day long. We exchange WhatsApp messages comparing their perks.
I really like the subtitle they created. Better still, they are listening to what I am trying to do, and I love that about them.
In my memory, June is a chilly and outrageously drippy month in our part of the world. What has come over this one, full of radiant blue-eyed days?
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.