Most every week, I have to throw something away. Please don’t tell my kids - I don’t think they’d understand.
My girls are constantly making crafts. I’m proud of their creativity, but we are seriously running out of walls to hang all the “paintings” on they churn out. But those are not the worst of…
My girls are taking swimming lessons now. One has almost perform form on her strokes. Watching her swim is a thing of beauty.
But the other one? She flails about like a goose trying to take off. Her arms flap on top of the water like a basset hound’s oversized ears.
Does watching her give…
Of our three children right now, Gracie is the least serious-minded. But she always demands to say the prayer at dinner each night.
At first, it was the prayer she learned in her Christian preschool: “God is great, God is good…” Every night, she’d clasp her little hands together and say the entire prayer, while grinning…
My mom has always been a source of gentle humor in our family. A southern woman with naturally blonde hair teased out big, she always sounded like a female version of Hank Hill from the cartoon “King of the Hill”. Over the years, I developed a dead-on impersonation of her, including her infamous whooping crane…
