It wasn't the cold front that dropped the temperatures from the 80s to the 60s in the space of an hour or two and left me shivering in my skirt and flimsy top beside my son on the field with the homecoming court. It wasn't …
Moms in Prayer
Last week kicked off another year of Moms in Prayer (formerly Moms in Touch). I've been participating in groups since my oldest went to first grade, back in the fall of 1998. Many, many weeks it was just me and one other mom …
Her First Hurricane
Four years ago, we took our daughter to college for her freshman year, a school in a little town in southeastern Louisiana, about 45 minutes from New Orleans. Eight hours by car--only she didn't have a car. The only thing …
Last First Day of School!
Going to school has been a major part of the past 18 years at our house. Our oldest started pre-school at 3, just before our youngest was born. Now our youngest, three months shy of 18, traipses off to the first day of his …
Ownership vs. Stewardship
I ended up in Mark 12 the other day, reading again the parable of the vineyard tenants. You know the one, a man planted a vineyard, put a wall around it, dug a vat and built a watchtower. Then he rented it out to tenants and …
The Countdown Begins
No, not the countdown to my book release, although that is coming. The countdown that excites me right now is the countdown to the first day of school! Three weeks from today, all three of my kids will traipse off to their …
Let the Lasts Begin!
As of Wednesday afternoon, my youngest child officially entered his senior year of high school. We are now on a countdown of lasts. To be honest, I've never been sentimental about my baby's "lasts." I guess it is because he …
A Very Formal Weekend
This past weekend was very formal for our family. Saturday, our youngest took his girlfriend to prom. Of course, I only have the few pictures of them that were texted to me. Yes, I missed the prom. But it was because we were …
Shifting Roles
Lest there be any doubt that we have entered a new era with our children, the point was demonstrated in our weekend visit to our daughter who is at summer school in another state. She picked us up from the airport, was there …
Do You Hear Me?
Tuesday night, I writhed in anguish over one of my senior son’s quarterly grades. I’m not one to push at a teacher, especially when it’s a matter of an A versus a B—or even a C. But this was a matter of going into the final …