The Coffee Monologues | #11
Around this time of year everyone starts to go cold with their coffee. Not me. I like mine hot. The…
Around this time of year everyone starts to go cold with their coffee. Not me. I like mine hot. The…
It happens simply, almost innocently, with a phone call. A text. An email. We should get together this weekend, when…
The frequency with which we experience crisis as a national and global community has increased at an alarming rate. Everyday…
You probably didnât realize there are 940 Saturdays in the span of eighteen years. I only learned that on a trip to…
It’s Saturday morning. The big boys are at basketball and the little one is napping so I have the whole…
You’ve made the big decisions and the kids have been pulled from school. The curriculum has been purchased and you’re…
By day, I homeschool my two oldest boys. By night I write. Some freelance. Mostly blog posts. Last year I…
After the customary shrieks of excitement and strong claps on the back, the inevitable follow up question to our pregnancy…
Sometimes great ideas are born out of conflict. My husband and I sat on opposite sides of the dining room…
I know. You’re tired. Life is big and loud and raucous on a normal day, and now it’s Christmas and there’s…