Blogging is good for her spiritual life. Blogging is bad for her spiritual life. What’s a girl to do?
Reflections on Homeschooling, Parenting and Life
Blogging is good for her spiritual life. Blogging is bad for her spiritual life. What’s a girl to do?
Ezra’s been excited about painting lately, and he’s always over the moon about the aquarium. So for his birthday we got him a set of paints, brushes, and canvasses, along with a painting done by a seal and a voucher to go behind the scenes with one of the seal trainers. This video is of [...]
When I was baptized, a woman came forward and prophesied over me, which, if you didn’t grow up in a Pentecostal church, can be a tad overwhelming. Referring to a biblical promise I hadn’t read, she said that God was going to restore to me all that the locusts had eaten. I had no idea [...]
Church is not an adults-only resort. Yes, many parents need to do a better job parenting at church, but your hostile eye-rolling is not helping.
We are raising a nation of incompetent narcissists! Precious little darlings, who can’t skin their knees or end a season without a trophy. Future college applicants, who are reading by five and adding fractions by six, and who are nonetheless unable to tie their shoes or eat in a restaurant that doesn’t serve chicken tenders. Four-foot consumers, who demand that their parents’ mini-van purchases meet all of their entertainment needs.
When Tara went to a dyslexia conference, Ezra cheered, claiming that she was always “90% nicer” after attending one of “those meetings.” Was he right? Did his mother need a reminder about how severely his disabilities affected him in order to treat him with the understanding and patience he needed?
Terrorists may have wanted us to despair that the promises of freedom and peace were in vain, but the words of the Declaration of Independence rang louder than the bombs. You can’t put light in a box.
The anger I feel that someone bombed Boston has taken me by surprise. I had started to think of myself primarily as a digital citizen of a shrinking world. Monday reminded me otherwise.
I was afraid of reconnecting with old friends on Facebook. But doing so reminded me that my life is more like a novel than a series of unrelated short stories.
My sweet, rule-following, justice-oriented son stole a friend’s Pokemon card last week. Then he announced the feat during an evening of sharing our highs and lows. As his high. Our question: Can you help your children develop a conscience?

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