Ties That Bind

Ties That Bind

If this whole homeschooling mom thing doesn’t pan out, I think I’ll take up hostage negotiation. Or maybe I’ll use this on-the-job training to join the Special Forces or Navy Seals. Anything has got to be easier than raising girls. When Maven and the Lone Ranger were...
Within Reach

Within Reach

Within Reach In my house, English is definitely a second language (unless yelling counts). I talk with my touch—clasping Maven’s shoulder to bolster, encourage, or restrain; squeezing the Lone Ranger’s hand to emphasize a point; snuggling Brown Sugar to comfort,...
Seeing Red

Seeing Red

Forget an Oscar Mayer wiener, I wish I was a red bell pepper. Hubby and I took a cooking class last week. I now know how to pronounce words like bruschetta (and that’s “broo-SKET-a,” like you’re angry) and that goat cheese is one of those yummy, salty surprises....
Blog Hop

Blog Hop

I offer many thanks to Tanara McCauley, who invited me to participate in a blog hop to explore and share my writing process. I met her at a Christian Writers Guild Writing for the Soul conference in Colorado two years ago, and she is just as lovely in person as she is...
My Umbrella Policy

My Umbrella Policy

“When I grow up I want to be a rocket scientist,” Think Tank announced, and after a moment he added, “or a garbage collector.” It sounds like a line from “Kids Say the Darndest Things,” but actually, Think Tank is onto something. He has the brains to achieve the...
Who Loves You, Baby?

Who Loves You, Baby?

When I was a child my mother told me two things that still resonate. The first was “Robin, don’t show all your teeth when you smile.” Yes, a big ouchie, but I don’t take a picture to this day without thinking of Mama. The second? “Robin, I’m not your friend.” Now that...

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