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How Not To Wobble

How Not To Wobble

If I’m standing and I close my eyes, I wobble. It’s a balance thing. It’s about proprioceptors, something medically-multi-syllabic, I dunno. During church, when we’re standing and the pastor says “bow your heads to pray,” I bow my head, shut my eyes, and reach...
Siren Song

Siren Song

My son had to have emergency surgery recently. He’s fine now, but this isn’t really about that. When I got the call that he needed surgery and had to be transported to the only surgeon on call at 2 am, I made arrangements for my other children and jumped...
In the Caves

In the Caves

I keep thinking about these boys in the cave in Thailand. As news of their rescue filters through each day, I ponder the time they spent in darkness, hopeless and afraid. These boys are the age of my sons. They love to play ball, ride their bikes and have adventures....
Noodle Throwing As A Parental Philosophy

Noodle Throwing As A Parental Philosophy

As we are aware that the habits we instill in our children will carry through to their adult years, I recently worked my way through the “Practical Personality” material by Mystie Winckler and did my best to “type” each of the kids, and both parents. Hubby and I...
The Miracle of the Middle

The Miracle of the Middle

On long or short car rides as a family, Husband and I often roll our eyes and joke that we are chaperones on the longest middle school field trip ever. Because with kids ages 13 down to 5, the humor level never rises above 5th grade. And we’ll be here for the...
Lessons From New Dog

Lessons From New Dog

Like any normal middle schooler, my daughter is searching for her identity. And, maybe because she’s in the middle of a passel of kids, she finds identity in what she can claim. “Mine” is hard to come by with six siblings. But “mine” is...