You might be a boy mom if your bathroom smells like a subway elevator in July. On subway elevators in July: I once took four boys through the subway systems of…
You might be a boy mom if your bathroom smells like a subway elevator in July. On subway elevators in July: I once took four boys through the subway systems of…
I like to wear jeans with holes in the knees to church. I also like to slip my sandals off, in a gesture of standing on hallowed ground, when I raise…
One more circle to close. Before I loved The Bearded Wonder, there was a prophecy. A good man told The Bearded Wonder that he and I would break the spell of…
Last week, I wrote about God the Author; the one who pens the story of your life and the massive, cosmic story of our universe. He is also an artist. I…
When I began homeschooling my boys, I was too confoundedly independent to join a charter school but too untested to chose my own books. I began with Sonlight Curriculum, a literature…
We are home again. After five years of fighting for the life of our little boy, we are home and in response to your question, “Is it good to be back?”…
I haven’t written in a while. I’ve begun a number of posts, but they’ve all felt so forced. The truth is, this move back to my beloved sunshine state has absolutely…
I am good at self-denial. If there is a book out there pro-porting to solve all of my life’s woes by just cutting back on this or doing without that, I’m…
I tossed and turned last night with fitful sleep. Nightmares made me squirm and nearly cry out for the first half of the night. Nightmare, actually. One dream that dragged on…
New England used to seem to me to be some sort of romantic place that only really existed in lovely books about autumn leaves and coastal fishing villages. Turns out. It…
