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Are You Tired of Wearing Boots Too?
With half the country experiencing the wintriest winter in years, I know I’m not alone when I say, “I’m tired of wearing boots!” I admit that by early October, I look forward to putting on pretty scarves, cable-knit sweaters and cute boots. It’s fun! I can wear them… or not.…
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Is It Really All “Small” Stuff?
In the late 1990’s and early 2000’s when the “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff: And It’s All Small Stuff” books were at the height of their popularity, I would read the title and wonder, “What about the Mom of twins who just found out that she has stage 4 cancer?…
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Shhh…I’ve Been Doing “Nothing”!
My husband and I are both “A-” personalities. I know a few true type A’s, and while I admire their daily sanitized and shining kitchen floors, that’s not happening in my house! Therefore, I’m an A- to a B+ on most days. I share this to illustrate the truth that…
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The (Un) Enthusiastic Mom
Ten years ago I had a quote on my cork board in my home office. It read: “Be the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.” One of my friends spotted it one day and laughed, “That’s you alright.” At the time, I was also reading the book, The Power…
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I’m Going to Read the Entire Bible – This Week!
I have days when I’m disappointed with the amount of time I’m spending on worldly routine vs. the time I’m spending connecting with God. About six times a year, I resolve to “get better” with my spiritual disciplines. These (often unrealistic) resolutions usually go something like this: Get out of…
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Thank You Veterans
Thank you, Veteran. For every moment you have spent in a uniform, up before dawn, in the field, away from your family, or for having suffered from the array of mental, physical, emotional and spiritual struggles that have accompanied your service: thank you for giving of yourself for my safety…
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The Ducks Will Follow
Walking through my favorite local park, I stopped to watch a Mama duck cross my path with her four offspring. The waddling brood weren’t babies and they weren’t fully grown, so I immediately identified them as “teenage” ducks. Three of them followed the Mama in a perfectly straight line, stopping…