2013-03-25T09:14:38-04:00

My daughter passed her driver's license, and I survived the trauma of teaching her to drive. Read more

2013-03-23T22:28:54-04:00

Grace Biskie explains why she is a Jesus Follower. Read more

2013-03-21T12:11:51-04:00

Pop died while my husband and I were out of town. How to tell the kids became a technological nightmare. Read more

2013-03-19T00:10:29-04:00

Dad died, but life goes on with no way to show the world the loss we've suffered. Read more

2013-03-16T16:02:06-04:00

I find that my kids respond to one another in similar ways that I respond to my husband. Sigh. Read more

2013-03-11T16:20:00-04:00

My father-in-law died Thursday, a couple weeks after I told him I loved him the first time. Read more

2013-03-10T10:49:42-04:00

Home has always been a struggle for me.  When I was young it was plain old unsafe.  As soon as I realized I could spend a great deal of time at my friends’ homes (which was about 7th grade), I did.   I noticed whose homes were safe, whose parents treated me sideways, whose home was warm, stocked & safe and whose was sterile, hostile and unforgiving. I never thought much about what my own home would be like until... Read more

2013-03-06T11:27:24-05:00

The “Does God have one college for me?” question’s remarkably similar to the “Is there only one person I should marry?” question. And in both cases, I would say no. Read more

2013-03-04T22:57:06-05:00

Tonight I started on my 2012 taxes.  You might think I’m so responsible—after all I’m over a month ahead of deadline!  Butthis year, I’ve hit the natural consequences of not keeping on top of our finances—and I may be lucky to turn in our taxes on time. For the first 8 years of our marriage, Scott took care of all the money—paid the bills, balanced our checkbook, took care of our taxes—and I was completely happy with that arrangement.  After... Read more

2013-03-02T15:13:28-05:00

The problem with being bare, is of course, that bare skin, bare wounds, bare feet leave us incredibly vulnerable to danger of every sort: frost bite, paper cuts, glass shards. A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about why I don’t identify as a Feminist which left me incredibly bare.  And even though I wasn’t in the line of fire per se, I felt danger on every side.  It felt scarier than the wounds left from exposed feet &... Read more

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