repost from 2012 “Do you want to go to the football game on Friday?” I asked my third-grade son. “It’s the Homecoming game.” “Homecoming? Oh, yeah… Is that when they announce the football players’ girlfriends?”...
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,...
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...
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...
A while ago, my friend “Jennifer” asked me for some input on her marriage. As a busy mom of preschoolers, Jennifer felt like she was dangling by a thread. And like most damsels in distress, she wanted her husband to swoop in and rescue her. She wanted him...
Siri is like a giant mother in the sky. She gives wisdom and direction generously to all who ask, without getting exasperated–no matter how dumb the question. Down below, sprinkled across the earth, are millions of lost, frustrated, confused, tardy, unsure...