Good Monday morning friends! In the midst of post-Easter sugar meltdowns, I have some practical tips for managing your children's emotions. If you have spent any time in this space here, you know two things about me. First, I’m not necessarily the practical one. I like...
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...
Last week my baby girl turned two. TWO! Astounding yet I can’t even remember a time before she brightened our lives. A few days shy of her second birthday, in the agony of waiting two minutes for toast, sweet baby girl looked me straight in the...
Resurrection Sunday is my favorite day. Some {non-judgmental} context … we don’t “do” Egg hunts, Easter baskets or the Easter Bunny. Matching outfits is the lone non-Jesus related thing we do on this day - remnants, I suppose, of a childhood where my mother made us...
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...
I have a confession to make. I made an idol of my children. More accurately, the idea of my children, and my expectations of who they would be. I just knew, thanks to my loving yet firm hand, that they would exhibit first time obedience and perfect church behavior....
I looked down at my dad's response. Right next to it was a heart symbol. In the midst of many things for which I am thankful, my dad and I have had our share of relational struggles. Hurt, disappointment, miscommunication, and anger. Over the years, intertwined with blessings...
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...