On a night in May, an ordinary night with extraordinary meaning, my oldest son walked across a stage while we all clapped, hard.
I have been thinking wild things. I have been thinking about my understanding of history, which is pretty much like this…
Sometimes my life spins more quickly than I can follow. Here are some snapshots from the past two weeks. We spent a precious weekend with our second son on his home visit. He said that when I took him back to camp, he wanted to show me Eagle’s Point, so we packed a lunch and […]
He speaks truth about his walk with God, and who he is – before the water runs down his hair and splashes on the floor.
How nice to sit beside you at this table again. Care for some sugar in that coffee? I have flavored creamer if you’d prefer it. I appreciate you bringing scones.
While I waited in an endless line, Aarick finished his purchases and left the store to load them into our vehicle. He was stopped on his way out.
He was my first baby – now thirteen months old. His hair was brown, his eyes were striking, his grin was quick. I thought he was perfect.
I like bite-sized pieces, all ready to go. Here’s a simple method that I’ve had fun creating and playing with, in which the rind itself becomes the cutting board for watermelon cubes.
“Work is the best way to turn around from being grouchy and bored to cheerful and motivated. Physical work especially is good. However, almost no one likes starting to work. So, you have two choices: either make your kids do it anyway, or make it fun.” -AZ
Do you know how fun and easy it is to build a cabin Lincoln-log style out of pretzel rods cemented with daubs of frosting? This is what happens when your son insists on a three-dimensional structure fire cake for his ninth birthday. It would be fun to use in other ways as well—a woodsy/ hunting […]