by Lisa-Jo | Jan 29, 2016 | Books you should read, Faith, Family, Rabid fear of parenting, Raising Boys
At ten and eight my boys are now old enough to help. This is revolutionary. They can do their own safety belts, buckle their sister in, ride bikes to go pick up the mail, scramble the eggs, fold their own laundry, help read the bedtime stories, and so the list goes...
by Lisa-Jo | Dec 24, 2015 | Cheering for you, Christmas, Faith, Family
You guys, I’m sitting in bed in the dark close to midnight and typing this by the light of our hall closet. So you’re getting this post unedited, unretouched, unfiltered. My ten year old is curled up next to me because we have this deal on Wednesday nights...
by Lisa-Jo | Dec 9, 2015 | Cheering for you, Faith, Family, Holidays, Just plain hard
I’ve been the community manager at the website (in)courage for five years. That means five years of working with and for and alongside women. Writing about women, reading about women, talking to women, being in small groups of women and large groups of women. I don’t...
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 12, 2015 | Faith, Family, Kids, Rabid fear of parenting, Raising Boys
The woman who looks back at me from the mirror is someone I never expected to meet. There she is, with her tired eyes and wrinkle lines and the soft brown spots of aging on her hands. Her hair hasn’t been its own color since she turned nineteen. She prefers a shade of...
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 5, 2015 | Callings, Faith, Family, Inbetween, Motherhood, South Africa, Take Action
I think about it a lot. I think about dying. I lie in bed at night and can’t breathe from the bad dreams that paralyze my lungs at the thought of one of my kids dying. I lie there with eyes wide open to the dark and I play it through my head. How would I cope?...
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 1, 2015 | Cheering for you, Family, Marriage
My evenings have often gone like this: Work a full day. Meet boys at the bus stop. Make them an afternoon snack. Pick up Zoe from school. Make her an afternoon snack. Chase everyone off the screens and out into the yard. Yell at posse of kids playing in our front yard...