Children are naturally curious creatures and with so many under one roof coupled with the fact that we homeschool, we...
Children are naturally curious creatures and with so many under one roof coupled with the fact that we homeschool, we...
by Francis Hodgson Burnett What an excellent book! A bossy, spoiled girl named Mary is living in India...
I pass by the local middle school on my run route every morning. Yesterday, I ran by as they were doing...
On occasion I’d see sign-ups to take new moms a meal in my mom’s group but I never participated for two reasons: I had a very hairy dog and was paranoid some dog hair might make its way into the food, a social faux pas few can come back from. I’m not a great cook and...
Matt 7: 24-27 Luke 6: 47-49 “Every one then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house upon the rock; and the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat upon that house, but it did not fall, because it...
One Easter, I bought a children's book of the New Testament parables to read aloud to the kids. All went well until they started asking questions. Well, really, one question. After each parable they'd say, "What does that mean?" I wasn't sure what they meant. Some...
The first couple of Lents after my reversion to the Catholic faith were pretty intense. I undertook fasting diets that would have made Gandhi look like a glutton. I had prayer goals that the Seraphim wouldn’t have been able to keep up with. The pile of books I...
I love this painting of Moses! He looks so based! "Yes I am a man wearing both pink and lavender. Say something. I dare you. I can snap you like a twig. I can, but I won't... ...which leads me to what's written on these here tablets."
When my baby looks at me with a look of absolute love and adoration it can, at times, make me a little uncomfortable. I say to her, “Now calm down there little baby. You haven’t really gotten to know me. I am far from perfect and have many, many, many faults.” She...
Advent never goes as planned for us. Never. Not a single Advent. Not a one since we’ve started celebrating Advent. That doesn’t stop me from planning again each year. Maybe there’s something about Christmas Carols, Christmas decor everywhere and the air almost...
One of #3's assignments last week was to illustrate the poem he'd memorized called 'The Owl and the Pussycat'. It was a love story that started with a courtship in a little pea-green boat and ended in marriage. It appears #3 got something entirely different out of...
Following the birth of my most recent baby, I wouldn’t stop bleeding. Anxious medical personnel weighed Chux pads and injected me with various medicines to stop the hemorrhaging, but to no avail. The blood kept flowing. The doctor found some placental pieces left...