I almost fainted during my wedding portraits. Not because I was nervous, but because I bought a wedding dress that had not one inch to...

At the risk of redundancy, I’m writing again about technology. My last post (too many days ago) was about my father’s typewriter, which...

I fell in love with my husband on our college campus when I was 19 and he was 20. He had shaggy blond hair and a smile that made me feel...

Here is what I really wanted needed today: to go over to Mom and Dad’s house, sit down at the dining table, and have Mom set a steaming...

I love this picture for so many reasons. It was December 29 when it was taken and the girls are in short sleeves and barefoot (gasp!)....

I got everything I wanted for Christmas and a few things that weren’t on my list. Life is like that. We receive it all and realize that...

When Alison was in her first Christmas pageant she was chosen to portray the mute and blessed Mary. I was so proud my daughter had landed...

Warning: I’m about to sound like an old woman. When I was young, we called “flip-flops” something that is now unacceptable. We called...

A few days ago I read a post from a friend that went like this: “10 years ago I was an arrogant mom who thought parenting was easy. The...

I thought I was a dog person, but I’m rethinking this. In front of the patio door is a small pile of boards that has been ripped and torn...

I received an email from my friend Kalan the other day about a church home group she and her husband are leading. In an effort to get...

This is blog cheating, but I’m posting something I wrote years ago. And a few months ago I committed the worst kind of editorial license...

Our textbooks Well, I’ve officially lost my mind. Or I will at some point in the next nine months. Alison and I have enrolled in Chinese...

I promise this will be my last post about kids leaving home, but this is the season of goodbyes. I’ve helped them pack up the junk that...

Colin moved into his house last week – a rental just a block from the OBU campus. It’s a small two bedroom built in 1934 and it’s great...

But she’s still a Daddy’s girl.

She came to us in a photograph first. In the conference room of our adoption agency, our social worker slid her photo across the table....

We decided to rescue a puppy from Animal Welfare, which at the time seemed like the most economical way to fulfill a promise to our...