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All four kids piled onto the red metal handcart, two in front and two in the back balanced on top of two bags of mulch. I pulled them carefully, slowly, through the lawn and garden section of Lowes, like one of those grand Belgian draft horses you...
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“Sometimes the bravest and most important thing you can do is just show up.” Brene Brown Sometime in the land before time, by which I mean the time before I was, my older brother woke in the middle of the night to the low rolling growl of a...
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“Of course, there’s the coming-down too. Backwards.” And then he said: “Which would be difficult . . .” “Unless one fell . . .” “When it would be . . .” “EASY.” – from In Which Tiggers...
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The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God . . . John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. Mark 1:1-4 adapted I met my friend in the wilderness the other night. Well, it...
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A five-year-old and two two-year-old’s in a single shopping cart fight like three cats in a burlap bag. So, lately, on trips to Target or Aldi with all three boys in tow, I grab not one cart, but two, loading a toddler into each and allowing the...
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It started with a lean and reach until both hands grasped the first metal bar, then the long, lean body followed, swinging to build momentum, spindly legs pumping as though wading through the air. Every day of kindergarten my daughter practiced the monkey bars...
