Why I very rarely have a “quiet time” with God

Why I very rarely have a “quiet time” with God

So I was reading this great post recently about another mother; she went a year without having a quiet time (aka devotional, quality, alone time with God). Not surprisingly it was the same year she had twins.  And from the first sentence I thought, “Oh, yes,...

What parenting will immunize you against

I remember when I had my first baby, my still single brothers and friends used to ask me, “So, what do you DO all day?” And I could hear in their voices the “doesn’t all that lying around in your jammies eating bon-bons, rocking your infant and...
Slam (brother) Poetry

Slam (brother) Poetry

Brothers; Their love comes from where the wild things are. Crashing and bashing its way out of the woods towards curl-tugging, nose-grabbing, chasing, embracing, growling kisses. Dancing the bedtime blues they sway and pray for more time free of the confines of 4...
Slam (brother) Poetry

If hell was a mouse his name would be Chuck-E-Cheese

I (almost) have no words to describe the pure insanity of the last couple hours’ excursion to the home of the mouse-who-shall-not-be-named (and who really looks a lot more like an oversize, growth-hormone, induced rat anyway). Talk about heading into the heart...

Meet the contents of my car (be afraid, be very afraid)

While commuting into downtown DC this afternoon, admiring the view of the monuments from my gridlocked vantage point, and trying to tune out the piercingly annoying voice of Elmo rattling on about pets to my kids in the backseat, part of my brain registers that there...