Pinterest Dance Party
I need you. Really. I’m living in the 21st century, but my brain is stuck in 1985. I’m a pre-teen dancing around my mom’s living room greatly disturbing the tenants in the apartment below because I can’t get enough of Whitney Houston’s new music video “How Will I Know.” What? You don’t remember it? Well
Week 28 Memory Verse
I learned how to be a mom by watching my own mom and the moms of my teenage friends. There’s no one right way to do it. I seemed to understand that from a young age, yet there were certain things that I tucked away because they made a positive impact on me. I wanted
Deliver Kindness by Going the Extra Mile
You know what I just realized? I do not know the name of the woman who delivers my mail. Usually my mail carrier just leaves the letters in the box by the road and eventually I wander out and collect them. But every few months, she pulls her truck into my driveway and hops out
Wait for it…
My seven year old is a fishing fanatic. He’s hoping we sell our home in Athens so we can live full-time in our little lake cabin an hour away. School? Nah. Let’s not go anymore. Dad’s job? He can commute. When I finally got up the nerve to break it to Ben that we would
Week 27 Memory Verse
Do your thoughts ever run away from you? Do they take you to places you know are not healthy or necessary? Maybe you’re driving and sort of zoning out and the next thing you know, you realize you’ve spent the last ten minutes worrying about whether the cable guy will show up on time– and
Kindness Heals, One Bead at a Time
Children’s hearts are precious. They love big, forgive quickly and are incredible readers of the emotions around them. Sort of like a magnet, they attract the feelings of others and wear them as their own. Sometimes that’s good and sometimes that’s bad. It can be bad when it locks up the mind in fear and
Fear Less, Fun More
Clearly I am in summertime mode, because I woke up this morning and had no idea what day it was. Or should I be saying “is”? See? I’m losing my grip on the English language. It must be summer. Just after I realized it’s a blog day, I came to a second realization. I have
