I clean in energetic spurts. And to the dismay of my children, I don’t like to clean alone. So this usually means an energy rush on my end, followed by a “calling all the children!” moment, and an instantaneous smashing of all whines and complaints. After a frantic thirty minutes…
I’m standing on this diving board, Lord, ready to jump in when you blow the whistle. I’ve got my suit on. There are sparkles from the sun dancing along the surface of the clear blue water. I’m just waiting for your cue. I’m a little nervous. What if I’m not…
Kids were in bed. Not quiet, but in bed. My husband left to fill the car with gas. I wanted to sit in my cozy fleece sheets and scroll through Pinterest on my phone. But I cleaned up the house. It’s amazing what 30 minutes will do. I just didn’t…
After an unseasonably long winter followed by a cool summer, I’m beginning to wilt. Bundled in a long-sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, and jeans, I went to the Indiana State Fair and saw this sad sight: And I thought, that’s a little like me, right now. Summers of Indiana Past, I remember…
20 Minute Free-WritingTopic: A girls find a diamond ring on the bus GO: Bump. Bump. Bump. Screech. Our yellow bus began to slow near my stop. Carefully peeling my legs off of the hot, plastic bench, I scooted to the aisle. Flinging my backpack over my shoulder, I stood, just…
I’ve been thinking about what I would change if I could snap my fingers and *poof* I’d be different. Not physically like my nose or my arm hair. Or the big things, like “never sin again,” but just the other stuff. (Not a deep post here, folks.) This is one…
My 8 year old boy still reverses many numbers and letters. From experience with his sisters, I’m pretty sure that learning cursive this fall will help with the letters, but I was at a loss as to how to correct his numbers. I drew a correct and incorrect 7. He…