Can we trust the world to be kind to our kids?
I was walking through Walmart the other day watching parents and their college students prepare for a new chapter in their lives. It occurred to me in the middle of the toothpaste aisle that it doesn’t matter if your kid is going into kindergarten or college, letting them go is hard. We have to trust
Ten Ways to Kick Stress Fatigue to the Curb
“Stress fatigue. Ever had it? Ever heard of it? Is it normal to want to sleep all the time?” I was having coffee with a few precious women yesterday when one of them posed those questions. The weight of the world can rest on the shoulders of a parent. When that parent is also holding
Week 37 Memory Verse: Modern Day Miracles
My seven-year-old son crawled into the chair next to me yesterday morning. It was early, I was spending some time with God, but Ben decided he wanted to spend some time with me. We sat there, the three of us (God, Ben and me), in one comfy little chair with a blanket tucked around us
Harvey Book Club Reminds Us to Look for the Helpers
When Mr. Rogers was a boy and terrible things would happen around the world, his mom would tell him to look for the helpers. Instead of focusing on the destruction, she encouraged him to look for the good — for those people who were moving forward in kindness. Fred Rogers took that message with him
We’re in This Together
I had just one question for the doctor: Is this normal? I’ve been cancer-free for two years, but I still go to The James every three months for a check-up. Yesterday was the day. I sat in the white, sterile exam room in a chair eye-level with my medical oncologist. Everything in the room looked
Week 36 Memory Verse: It’s More Fun to be Right
What is causing the quarrels and fights among you? Don’t they come from the evil desires at war within you? You want what you don’t have, so you scheme and kill to get it. You are jealous of what others have, but you can’t get it, so you fight and wage war to take it
Kindness Makes Kid MVP of the game
When I first married my husband, he bought me a book called “Basketball for Dummies.” He was an assistant men’s college basketball coach at the time. I was more interested in the team’s colors and cute apparel than in what was happening on the court. We clearly had some work to do. I asked him
