Game for Some Family Time?
For as much time as we spend together, when I look at my little family, I have to admit, we aren’t great at spending time to together. There comes a point in the evenings where we all end up in the living room at the same time. I’m watching HGTV, Jordan is looking at her
Memory Verse Week 2
The demon of depression has chased me since I was a kid. I remember being in elementary school and feeling like my chest had a heavy weight sitting on it. I didn’t know what it was at the time– even after a teenage suicide attempt, it took me well into my adulthood to come up
Kindness in Quiet Bags and Batman Bandaids
I’m afraid I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have small children. How is that even possible? My kids are 12, 11 and 6. It’s not like they’re adults. They are definitely still in need of guidance and discipline, but life is a whole lot different (dare I say easier?) than when they were toddlers. I
Phillips’ Sort-of Reality Show
Have you ever been on a reality show? Me neither, but now I can say I’ve come awfully close. Saul and I had the unique experience of spending the last nine months with a woman from Ohio University named Hailee Tavoian. The words “strategy” and “advancement” and “marketing” are all in her title, but big
This Resolution Will Change Your World
Jordan almost started her New Year’s Resolution yesterday. She wants to see how many days in a row she can log 10,000 steps on her fitbit. We were about four shows deep into a mother-daughter Tiny House Hunters marathon when she realized she only had 2,000 steps. Day One was going to be a bust.
Be the Good
What do you want to be when you grow up? I sure hope you’re not one of those people who thinks they are already too old to decide. Isn’t that what the new year is for? New beginnings? I see the commercials on TV telling me I should be skinny or try a new exercise
Teacher Creates Classroom of Givers
My friend was telling me a story about her son who is a freshman in college. He noticed a peer consistently walking to class without a coat. So he gave him his own. No fanfare. No conversation or touching exchange of words as the coat was quietly laid on his desk. Just an offering that
