Tangled Webs

Oh the tangled webs we weave, when first we practice to deceive. Sir Walter Scott I’ve struggled for days with how to write this piece – not because I don’t know what to say about the topic, but because I do. In fact, I know this topic like the back of my hand....

Block Party 101

We bought our first house when our boys were six months old and a little over two years old. It was a cute little house in a quiet neighborhood. Our plans were to establish ourselves in the community and after a few more years, relocate to a bigger house, perhaps out...

Waiting for June

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” – Emily Dickenson I’ve always had a thing with June. When my husband and I got engaged on a chilly November day, I knew right away that I...

Treasured Messages to Dad

  Among photos of grandchildren, mission trips, and other accomplishments that my Dad has hung in his office is the paper wall hanging I gave him when I was 9 years old. It reads: Dear Dad, Thank you for my food, thank you for my clothes, thank you for my horse....

Endless Love

I drove down the road, sobbing salty tears of frustration and discouragement. Once again, I felt like such a failure. Letting out an exhausted sigh as I parked my car at the craft store, I doused my eyes with saline to mask my miserable mama’s cry. I felt lousy...