“Why is it not lighting up?” My daughter Grace called through the dark to me. “Honey, it IS lighting up,” I explained. “But glow in the dark things just glow. They don’t really project light,” I told her and waited for her to ask what project meant. It’s hard toRead the Rest…
I bounced a check. There. It’s out. I wish I could tell you my insufficient funds were for a twenty thousand dollar super speedy motorboat with a deluxe bathroom on board. Instead I bounced a check for nineteen-dollar school pictures. The pictures came home with a copy of my bouncyRead the Rest…
My daughter coughed and sputtered like I was drowning her. I wasn’t. Washing my three-year-old’s hair is always a big ordeal. As many times as I tell her to close her eyes and lean her head back, she doesn’t listen. Instead, as soon as she feels the water hit herRead the Rest…
It was the strongest rejection letter I’d ever received. Each word struck something deep in me and burned like little open nicks on your fingers when the sanitizer hits them. The letter was anything but polite. It oozed with snarky condescension – and it was from a Christian editor. ToRead the Rest…
“Ouch! Don’t touch it!” My daughter cringed and pulled away from me as I tried to clean the burn on her arm. While celebrating the New Year with some friends, an errant firecracker shot the wrong way and hit my eight-year-old in the upper arm. “I just need to cleanRead the Rest…
