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Unmodified, not enhanced, unsharpened, and taken from a phone’s camera, the blooms tell the lens to focus here and blur the background. Focus here. Let

Two years ago, I asked a wise, older mother for her best parenting advice. I marveled at the way her grown children loved to talk

Last night, we attend my daughter’s choir concert. At certain points, the amazing music teacher instructs the audience to sing along. It was a packed

It’s the end. Saying good-bye to students is both awkward and sad for me. This semester, I decided to give them this send-off as my

This morning I learn the question people ask most frequently that leads them to my blog. Aren’t you curious? Is it about happiness? God? Teaching?

I take a moment to read another chapter in Paul Miller’s book, Love Walked Among Us: Learning to Love Like Jesus. I only have five minutes

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, doling out after-school snacks and casually talking to some preteen girls about their lives. I hear about the playground

I’ve been taking great comfort in a simple truth from scripture. In Psalm 138, David claims, “God will fulfill His purpose for me.” It’s true.

Reports have come in that the weeping cherries bloomed early this morning. Last night, nothing. Today, everything. The children proclaim: “It’s like popcorn!” “It’s like

My daughters hear the sharp cries of some tiny thing in the yard by the big oak tree. “It’s a baby squirrel! She’s fallen from