Why Are They Doing This?
Just as I tuck my daughters in bed last night, the doorbell rings. My husband opens the door, and a gust of icy air enters.
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Just as I tuck my daughters in bed last night, the doorbell rings. My husband opens the door, and a gust of icy air enters.
Perched atop a snow drift by my front door today, a package of homemade fudge boasts a bright green ribbon. It’s the same wrapping every
This morning, the icy wind blows against the house and whips down the street, determined. The power goes out, and suddenly, the warm yellow glow
I receive a desperate email from one of my best students. He’s applying to this great new program, but the deadline’s been changed to tomorrow.
I stay home from church today and cough my way through the morning. But I want to create my own Sabbath worship–to start the week
Getting small children ready to play in the snow requires patience. Change your agenda for the moment because this is going to take some time.
Today, one of my favorite on-line communities, The High Calling, features my flair for the day. Enjoy the beginning of the post here, and please
My Skunk Kitty When you’re sick in bed, you have a lot of time to think about your life. You can have bizarre thoughts, brought
Typing Out My Flair Yesterday, I receive a sweet email from a wonderful 5th grader in another part of the country. She’s the amazing girl
I have a student who already has a career in bread and pastries. She’s a baker who works all through the night baking bread for