“Hey Hudson, the directions say to start right here with the picture of the little boy, and then help him get home.” “But Mom, it’s easier to go backwards, see?” With the words barely out of his mouth, six-year-old Hudson completed the maze on his restaurant paper...
Walking to the Amazon return counter at Whole Foods, a little girl interrupted my mental to-do list. Her thoughtful, round eyes locked with mine as she reached out with a pink rose. “Here, this is for you.” A simple smile, no explanation, just an unexpected gift of...
What is so attractive about simplicity? Grocery shopping at Trader's not because it's trendy, but because there's one option for canned black beans. Cleaning out our closets not for the sake of minimalism, but to make getting dressed a more streamlined process. Fewer...
A journal entry written to Branson the week of 9/11, six years ago this week: Sept 16, 2001 My sweet boy, This has been a difficult week. So difficult, in fact, that it's taken me five days before I could write to you about it. Last Tuesday, 9.11.01, our country was...
Our baby boy started kindergarten this week. Hudson may not be the baby of the family, but he certainly is our baby boy. I was dreading Hud starting school more than I did Branson two years ago, something about that second-born, sensitive spirit. He's already asked me...
I've been reading about Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel... two questions I'm wrestling with: 1 - Why in the world would God create Cain with a propensity for a rebellious, evil heart? 2 - Would I still love God if one of my children ends up like Cain, killing his brother...
I’ve spent some time the last few evenings reading entries from a family member’s blog, an outlet for grief and healing with her teenage daughters’ injuries and death resulting from a car accident. Reading Sharon’s words of pain and gratitude makes me feel overwhelmed...