I never considered myself an angry person. An emotional person, yes, but angry? Not me. However, something shifted about two years ago that made me begin to see myself as angry. That shift was having kids. The change didn’t take place right after giving birth. Babies can’t do much for themselves, and while they cry a…
Recently, I was visiting with my niece, and our conversation turned to friendship. As we were chatting, my niece expressed disappointment in her best friend’s attitude. Her story reminded me of a similar situation I experienced with one of my own friends a few years ago. I shared my experience with my niece that day,…
“You know how younger people are. I just don’t understand them, and they certainly don’t know nearly as much as they think they do.” The courage I’d worked up in order to say hello was instantly depleted. The two women speaking, both older than me, were discussing their younger daughters. As I stood there listening, I…
Apparently with this whole “ship” theme, I am channeling my inner Gilligan’s Island. I mean, who didn’t love Gilligan’s Island? Am I right or am I right? With all of this {disciple} ship business, it’s obvious I need to find some episodes and get my fix stat! In my previous post, “Are You On the…
Over the last few years, our family has taken up camping as a form of vacation. Not the kind of peaceful hike into nature that my husband prefers (backpacking), but more the opiate of the masses: car camping. We have a handful of camping trips under our belts at this point, and I’ve learned a…
When my girls were growing up, we told them their six-foot-three father was a Christmas elf who had grown too big to live with the other elves at the North Pole. This identity was our playful explanation for their often serious daddy turning into a Christmas carol-singing, storytelling, decorating freak from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day…