The power of calling a lie, a lie

There is a dark thing that hides at the fringes of my faith. I can feel it there. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting. Waiting for the day that the diaper genie bag rips stinky wide open when I try to remove it last thing at night. Waiting for the unkind word from someone...
Moms matter because

Moms matter because

Moms matter because they feed us the good stuff. Great big helpings of who we could become.  They mix us up into themselves and knead us through with answers we may not want to hear and tears we do not want to cry. Moms matter because they model courage before we are...

Blood ties

All this week leading up to mother’s day I will be posting on topics related to this most favorite of my subjects:  the delicious, demanding and high calling of motherhood. And on Friday I’ll invite you to link up your own answer to the question, “Moms matter...
A belly button love story

A belly button love story

All this week leading up to mother’s day I will be posting on topics related to this most favorite of my subjects:  the delicious, demanding and high calling of motherhood. And on Friday I’ll invite you to link up your own answer to the question, “Moms matter...
Moms matter because

How to overcome a fear of heights

I want to have the kind of faith that dances on a glass floor 103 feet up in the air. I want to, but often I am too worried to dance. I tip toe up to the edge of the ledge, lean over, look down and feel my stomach drop out the bottom of my toes. My fear and my faith...
Moms matter because

Are you afraid of heights?

We lived in Chicago for one year. But we left before the Sears Tower opened its glass-bottomed sky deck. One hundred and three stories above ground. I don’t know if I would have had the courage to step out onto it anyway. The glass is four 1-1/2-inch-thick and can...