Who Gets to Say ‘This isn’t Fair’?

Our home was burglarized last week. Twice. The first time, I felt all the feelings and then promptly moved on. But then just two days later it happened again, and those feelings… Continue reading right here

The Fellowship of the Impoverished

When it comes to courage, my style is tiny, irrevocable spurts of bravery followed by absolute panic. Like on the way to the hospital to deliver our firstborn, when I wondered out… Continue reading right here

When Intentionality Has You in a Choke Hold

Our granddaughter, Charleston, flings her right hand in the air these days like Queen Elizabeth at a polo match and pronounces: “I hate Poptarts. I hate Poptarts.” I feel you, Charlie girl…. Continue reading right here

900 Seconds of Light or What Every Parent Needs

I’ve almost forgotten this fact: Raising children can be discouraging. This stands to reason because children are, by definition, not yet what they will be. This not yet quality children possess persists… Continue reading right here

The Dysfunction You Can Laugh About Later

I’m going to tell you the same story two ways. Because that is exactly how most stories go, I think: in different directions. Our second son, David, was about to get married…. Continue reading right here

Boys, Brownies, Signs, and Wonders

I’ve been weeping a lot this week. Which, for me, is not normal. But take a look at the scratched photo above (scratched because he’s our fourth and his pictures never made… Continue reading right here

The Sanctity of the Arm Pat, or How to Be a Humble Parent Not Just a Humbled One

We had a certain feng shui in our home. As noticeable as the furniture placement, our mix of six personalities was exquisitely balanced. Three of us are intense, confrontational extroverts. Three of… Continue reading right here

Why Less is More, or a Boy Mom Learns to Play Hard to Get

I had breakfast with one of my sons this week. Somewhere between our first cups of coffee and our last, he looked at me across the table and said, “We should do… Continue reading right here

The Poster Child for Pastor’s-Family-Goes-to-Hell-in-a-Hand-Basket

Years ago I was the poster child for Pastor’s-Family-Goes-to-Hell-in-a-Hand-Basket. I did not choose this role. In fact, if I could have, I would have chosen to be the poster child for Pastor’s-Family-is-Almost-Perfect,… Continue reading right here

Parents: Take the Long Jump into Mystery

I’ve been working on this post called something like Mama, Don’t Feed Your Children Christian Clichés. In my best snarky voice, I was going to make fun of those moms who demand… Continue reading right here

How a Boy Loves

With a plastic snake, That’s how a boy loves. He wraps it around the milk jug In the refrigerator Or puts it under your pillow So you’ll find it in your Most… Continue reading right here

The Heartache Behind the Hashtag

Today’s post can also be found here at Refuge Coffee Co… I know I should only give a teaser with a link below, but I’ve decided to make it easy to read,… Continue reading right here

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