Happy 35thBirthday, Sara! What she remembers about being raised in a single parent home. I love this picture. I was a single mother. My little Sara was two
My kids are not my enemy. I know this now, but I learned it the hard way. I’ll never forget when my teenage son mockingly and passionately informed
My husband and I recently returned from a weekend retreat called Journey of Generosity—J.O.G. for short—sponsored by an organization called Generous Giving. We had the pleasure of sharing
I’ve spent much of my adult life practicing the spiritual discipline of prayer. But I didn’t always do it well. When my children were younger, I prayed the
It’s a holiday tradition in our house to have a nativity set on display. When the kids were younger, they’d play with it and retell the story of
Every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas I put out a new 1000-piece puzzle on the dining room table, right in everyone’s way. It’s become a favorite tradition over
With faces splattered with mud, shoes weighed down with layers of brown soil, and hearts pumping wildly, the cross country runners at the Chili Pepper Festival pressed on
My 10-year-old son asked his brother, “Don’t you think mom is the best mother there has ever been?” (I immediately sensed a hidden motive in that sappy setup.)
As a teacher for 24 years of a great range of children—from inner city to the affluent, from immigrants to the privileged, from urban city to the suburbs—I
After a long weekend in the throes of parenting, I’m convinced of one thing: My kids need a new mom. It’s not because I’m running away (although the