The day I spoke at Laura’s mom’s group was the first day she had ever put her son in the church nursery. Having only left him with her husband and her mom, Laura she literally felt like she was going to have a panic attack as the meeting opened. She wanted...
As a young wife, I remember being at a barbecue with some of Ken’s friends from work and their wives. Whenever the men would start to ‘talk shop’, the women would roll their eyes and turn to begin their own conversation. They wanted to talk about...
We Control Girls have this tactic called persistence. The more we bring something up, the closer we get to the tipping point–where our husbands abdicate their preferences to keep their sanity. I used this tactic on Ken by initiating regular...
Our first house was in a neighborhood that had no stop signs. Weird, I know. It was a grid of intersecting side streets, and our little house–situated on a corner lot–looked out upon one of the many intersections.There was an unwritten rule in the...
One Sunday afternoon, I was shuffling through the stack of papers that had accumulated on my kitchen counter.One paper–obviously a letter–caught my eye. I glanced to see who it was from, but the ink at the bottom of the page had faded into oblivion. This...
I talked last time about a piano student who caused me some frustration.Today I’ll talk about one who warms my teacherly heart. Lauren is much like I was at her age–very curious and enthusiastic and determined.She brought two songs she had written to her...