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...
Last weekend we started Little League for our first season of Baseball. My 10 year old is playing and as we attended the opening ceremonies, he was definitely a mix of nervous, excited and independent. After the festivities were finished, we were walking across the...
"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...
There’s a private elementary school in Washington, D.C., that advertises itself with this adage from Plato’s Republic, “The beginning is the most important part of any work.” As 2017 launches, I am thinking a lot about the concept of “process” as it relates to my...
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...
We went on a family retreat this weekend - hence the lateness of my post. We rushed back into town today, swung by the house, picked up some presents, ran frantically through Giant grabbing Lego batman toys, a premade cake, candles and a pack of...
Although my personality is prone to ponder, analyze, wrestle, and engage with the events of my life and the events in our world, never have I felt the weight and weariness like the last months. Not one to typically shy away from the messiness of life I...
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:...
I’ve been really struggling with something the last few months. I mean...