My heart jumped into my throat when I heard, “Mom! Mooom! Stop the car. NOW!” stage whispered from the back seat. I slammed on the brakes, knowing that it was important for me to listen, but not knowing why. Then,
Raptor Run-in

My heart jumped into my throat when I heard, “Mom! Mooom! Stop the car. NOW!” stage whispered from the back seat. I slammed on the brakes, knowing that it was important for me to listen, but not knowing why. Then,
As I listen to the breath of Hurricane Sandy beat on my windows, I sit snug in my cozy corner of the living room, editing pictures and chatting with friends on the phone. It is almost strange to think that
Please excuse the poor photo quality. I found this fun shadow when checking on my little one and didn’t want to risk waking her up. I love surprises.
I seem to spend a lot of my time teaching lessons on sharing. Obviously, someone was listening. Okay, so they have 4 legs, but they share really well.
In this month’s issue of Impart Magazine (which, by the way, is being offered for free at the moment) I wrote about The Dirty, Messy Truth About Lesson Planning. Planning makes me happy, but you know what? Our lesson reality
My kids asked if I would pay them to clean the leaves off the driveway. “Sure!” I said, proud of their industriousness and looking forward to a quiet Saturday morning. I walked over to the shed to find a few
First night not sucking her thumb to fall asleep. Sigh … Is it wrong that I kinda’ wish I could keep her little forever?