I’m a late person. I hate it that I’m always late, and yet I consistently am. You might be an early person. Being late is intolerable to you, and so you end up being early most of the time.Have you ever wondered what goes on in the head of the other type...
Trying to be efficient, Ken dropped us off at Wendy’s to get food while he went to fill the tank. As we piled out, Cole said, “Dad, can I grab my bag in back?” It was much warmer here than in KY, several hours ago, and he wanted to change. But as...
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...
Yesterday morning, I added my daughter’s Water Polo schedule to the big calendar in my kitchen. I filled in weekday boxes and wrote into the corners of weekends, which were already crowded with soccer games and tournaments. By the time I had transferred...
I have a little secret. I think you might have one, too. In fact, I think we might both be keeping the same secret from each other. But I’m willing to blow my cover if you are. Ready? Here goes…. I struggle with control. I mean really struggle. That’s why I call...
I was angry this morning. Very angry.For almost a week I’ve been without a vehicle, and whenever I find a nice one online, I show my husband and he says, “That’s too much.” But that’s not why I was angry. I was angry because there was...