I looked down at the fuel gauge on our car - the light blinked on in what seemed like a response to my attention: Empty. "How are we on empty again already?," I thought to myself as I steered our car towards the nearest gas...
The day we left for vacation began early. As the sun was beginning to rise, yawning children piled into our car with their favorite blankets and stuffed animals in tow. Coffee in hand, I began to run through my check list of all the items...
Anyone else have memories of walking into an office at 7:00 a.m. and opening Outlook, complete with color-coded flags, alerts, reminders, and perfectly prioritized task lists? Organization with a side of coffee and an hour of quiet before the rat race reruns begin. So structured, so...
We all have them. The days that seem to come at us like a tidal wave, knocking us off our feet and causing us to lose our footing before we even even have the chance the lift the necessary first cup of coffee to our...
When I was about eight years old, my father got a job working for Delta Airlines which moved our family from Fruit Heights, UT to Gainesville, GA. I remember the pain that came into my heart when my parents told me the news. How could...
When I was a child, I always looked forward to going to my Aunt Sharon's house; First because I loved playing with my cousins (I had no sister) but a close second was my Aunt's hugs and her cooking. Everything she made was from scratch...
I look around my house and there are piles everywhere. Piles of clothes. Piles of toys. Piles of books. There is a corner full of stuffed animals from our "puppet party time." There are things like spatulas mixed in with an alarm clock and a...
Our family attends a church that has been blessed with a multitude of children and it seems that every few Sundays we are privileged to witness another baby dedication. During each dedication, we as a church body are reminded of our role to support the...
I was at a nearby park alone - away from my tribe for an hour - just to breathe. My husband had a work conference that required him working late nights for several days in a row which meant that I was pulling twelve-thirteen hour...
Today I awoke to my son's voice speaking my name. Each morning he squashes up his little body next to the door of his room and yells loudly to whoever will hear him, pleading for release. I pad softly over to his door, hair tangled and...