*Note: I’m re-posting this piece from a couple of months ago because it fits my theme for Write 31 Days: 31 Days of Being Broken Open (by God, for others). A couple of weeks ago, L had an MRI. It might not sound like a big deal, but it was. And I wasn’t prepared for…
Last February at the IF: Gathering conference in Austin, Texas, Ann Voskamp talked about the ways women compare themselves to other women, and then she dramatically broke a wooden ruler in half to illustrate how we all need to break our internal measuring sticks, the ones that say we come up short. I’ve thought about…
E has been gone for three weeks now for job training (which is part of the reason you haven’t heard from me). He has eight weeks to go, and then we move to Tennessee. His new employer is covering both packing and moving services, which is a mercy. He also gets a week off so…
When I was interviewing preschools, one of my questions was, of course, “How do you handle discipline?” Folks, I must be waaaaay out of the loop on what’s de rigeur in early childhood education these days, because with only one exception, every time I asked this question, the school administrator was quick to tell me…
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on. Because L started preschool. My tiny girl, who hasn’t been away from us for more than a few hours every few months since her birth, is now being shipped off daily. By me. Because E has a…
I have friends who have proclaimed a moratorium on Disney in their homes. Disney movies. Disney paraphernalia. Disney anything. All of it, verboten. They are convinced of the undesirable effects Disney will have on their kiddos. The dislike the common parentlessness of Disney characters, whether due to kidnapping, deceit, or death. They think this will…