At the time of this writing, we are in full planting mode out here in this ‘ole prairie. Things are finally turning green, buds are popping out new life, bugs are preparing their annual assault on house and human,...

The Clerk

“I don’t want this to sound weird or offend you, but is it okay to ask when your baby is due?” The young grocery clerk shyly asked me peering at my obvious enlarged physique. “June,” I replied with a smile. “Congratulations! Is...
One of the truest and most effective forms of parental espionage is having lunch with your child at their school cafeteria. Upon dining with them, you get a very clear view of their school self by noting the following...

Their Biggest Fans

The Winter Olympics just ended... and I’m sort of in mourning. Each night during the games, my husband and I would find ourselves immersed in the competitions, cringing at fails and weirdly screaming over victories. I watched sports I didn’t...

Realizing to Regroup

WE’VE ALL EXPERIENCED GOOD AND BAD CO-WORKERS, RIGHT? You usually know the good ones right away. They are the type who are pulling in the same direction toward the same goal while encouraging and uplifting those around them. They may...

One of Those Days

There are days where you really feel like you’re owning life. Those days where you’re just checking things off a list, loving others well, getting up immediately when your alarm goes off, not yelling at your kids, wearing matching...
If you are a mother, have a mother, or know a mother, you know that mothers wear a lot of hats. We are juggling many roles, many responsibilities, and managing many a thought and expectation simultaneously. As a case...

An Admirable Question

Who is a woman today you deeply admire? I was reading a parenting book when I read this seemingly innocuous question. The question seemed simple. After all, I have so many women in my life whom I deeply admire and...

Necessary Nostalgia

It has been said on more than one occasion that one shouldn’t live or dwell in the past, dredge up the past, count past hurts against someone, or let the past define oneself. In these senses, the past is...

An Honest Conversation

There are times in my parenting pilgrimage ‒ those scarce moments when I’m not providing snacks, band-aiding, or keeping them from losing and/or breaking an extremity ‒ when I find myself on the other side of the parenting equation....

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