Little Girls Grow Up

Little Girls Grow Up

Going through seasonal decorations and memorabilia recently, I came across an essay written during my freshman year of college. It was about my great-grandmother’s farm. My grandmother asked for a framed copy, and it hung on her wall for many years. Glancing over the...
In the Midst of the Mess

In the Midst of the Mess

I slid behind the steering wheel of my son’s truck. My car was in the shop and there were errands to run. It is a well-known fact, and often discussed, just how desperately he needs to clean out his truck. He would be the first to tell anyone that it’s a mess. Stained...
The Unruly Will

The Unruly Will

When my children were growing up, and old enough to understand, I told them an important truth, “I’m not interested in being your friend, I’m your mom.” My children really didn’t need me to act like a friend. If I did, it would truly be a disservice to them down the...
Stay on Task

Stay on Task

They’ve heard me say it a thousand times. It was a phrase so often repeated to my children during our homeschool days that I had it inscribed on each of their diplomas when they graduated from high school. “Stay on task.” I wanted them to be focused and intentional...
Believe

Believe

My parents built a wonderful log cabin style house on 25 acres of land and made it our home over 40 years ago. We moved in when I was five years old. I moved out at 18 and went to college, married and raised my own family. Now, I am living in my childhood home once...