Every year, our family hosts a Passover Seder in our home. What began with 10 college kids crammed into our small apartment at George Washington University campus has grown to become our family's favorite annual tradition. Our home bursts at the seams with families, food, and...
I didn't grow up observing Lent. I loved my Presbyterian church family with all my heart, but there was nothing particular I remember about the time leading up to Easter. It was Palm Sunday and then it was Easter. And that was that. As a Protestant...
I pulled out of the driveway waving goodbye as I watched my two youngest children pressing their faces against the door, crying. It didn't take being a professional lip-reader to discern what they were screaming: "Mommy! Don't go!" And yet I went. Why, you may ask,...
Her emailed prayer request had an urgent tone, "please pray for healing for our family...
Music permeated the kitchen as my two oldest daughters and I prepped for dinner as a team. While chopping onions and drizzling olive oil, we sang the lyrics to the song, "Schuyler Sisters" from Hamilton the Musical. Over the last several months, my older girls and...
They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer Tom and Joe Harper, Chapter 8. Recently I've been reading the famous children's book Tom Sawyer to my girls. Mark Twain's literary genius has...
"The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down. - Proverbs 14:1 The wind whips my face as we traverse along our street, flurries of snow swirling all around us. We are a funny scene, really. A mom covered...
I remember the first time that I read Deuteronomy 6 as a new mother; these imperatives jumped out at me, producing a holy fear and awe of the responsibility to train my children in God's Word: "Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is...
Though I teach my children to read and write in multiple languages, but do not teach them love for the peoples who speak them, it profits them nothing. Though I home school my children, ensuring that they are well-versed in Latin and classical literature, but fail...
I sat in the quiet of a cool dark room, rocking my baby boy. His soft cheek lay firmly against my chest, his pudgy little arms wrapped around my stomach. I felt his lungs move in and out in perfect rhythm with the lullaby I sang:...