She’s a talker, this one!

by: Christy Wood My oldest child is snuggled next to me on the bed. We weave our fingers together and I ask her a question that is quickly becoming familiar. “What was the best part of your day?” I lay there and smile as I hear about playground escapades,...

Horrible Stories grasped in Chubby Hands

She snuggles into her mom’s lap and says, “Read my fabrit story, Mommy!” Grasped in her chubby hands is the tale of Hansel and Gretal. You know–the story about a brother and sister,  captured by an evil witch in a candy house, who wants to...

What I’ve Learned about Speaking

The first time I was asked to speak, it was with my mom. We were to present to the young moms group at our church on the joys of motherhood. Mom was a bit uncomfortable with the idea; I was elated. She decided that for her part, she would interview a bunch of other...

My new, 40+ Glow

There was a voice that seemed to ring out above the background noise, during my late 20’s and 30’s–the years I was home, taking care of preschoolers. I’m not sure if it was an audible voice, or one in my head, but I know I heard it clearly. The...

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