There is a power struggle going on in my house. Maybe you've got one too. My kids are on the cusp of adulthood, yet I am hanging on with white clenched knuckles. It looks like this: "Did you practice piano yet?" "No, I'll do it later." "Your room needs pickingRead the Rest…
“I started texting because I thought my boys would talk to me more” Mary said with disappointment on her face. Like Mary, I too took up texting in an effort to connect on another level with my kids. To some degree, it works. When changing locations with friends, connecting onRead the Rest…
She was tall and thin, and her long dark hair was naturally curly and complimented her dark eyes. I was sitting next to her mother when she arrived to pick up her young son. She walked over to her mother, said a few words, called her son over andRead the Rest…
“MOM! Someone got into my ice cream!!” My jaw clenched involuntarily as I walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, the big new container of vanilla ice cream had little spoon marks all across its otherwise smooth surface—the ice cream that’s supposed to be off-limits to everyone but him. Out ofRead the Rest…
In pretty much every church I’ve ever gone to, I’ve always started off those first few years in a honeymoon phase: you look around and everybody looks so together, so Christian, so loving. Then, bit by bit, you hear whispers. So and so had an affair and the marriage isRead the Rest…
