Diary of a Wised-Up Mom
The people who deserve my kindness the most often see it the least. That’s why I’m showing you this. It looks a lot like the brand new, just released, my son could not wait to read, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, right? It’s not. It’s a peace offering. I ordered this book for Charlie several
Why I Decorate Way Too Early
By the time I got home from church on Sunday, my husband and son had every bin of Christmas decor pulled from the top shelf of the garage and set on the living room floor. I was touched. Normally, I sort of sneak everything down while Saul is at work. My husband then comes home
My Daughter Fights Cancer with Kindness
I know a little girl whose momma had breast cancer this summer. As soon as the diagnosis was announced, that young lady, though she was just 11, set out to do whatever she could to spread kindness throughout the house. She helped her daddy with chores, kept peace with her brothers, and delivered food and
Happy Halloween!
It occurred to me WAY too late that I should probably wear a costume to the kindergarten Halloween party this afternoon. Thankful for the Phillips’ males in my life: Little Ben gave me his treasured cheesehead, Charlie fished out his favorite jersey and Saul’s closet produced a pair of Zubaz from the 80s… I’m a
Two are Better than One
Last night, Saul and I did something we’ve never done before… get your mind out of the gutter. This is a family blog. We got a babysitter, got all dressed up, and went to The Pink Tie Affair, which was put on by the Ohio University Interfraternity Council. They served us dinner, made us feel
Own Your Awesomeness, Use it to Change the World
I need to tell you something. You are more than you think you are– and you are good. Whatever you think about yourself that doesn’t line up with complete awesomeness, simply isn’t true, so stop beating yourself up. I get the feeling we (or maybe it’s just me!) are spending too much time and energy
Stranger’s Gift is the Ticket to Kindness
My heart was not where it was supposed to be. It was sitting deep in my stomach as the level of panic was rising in my throat. I had looked everywhere and could not find the tickets. My daughter, Jordan, was about 4 and the “My Little Pony” stage show was coming to the Fargodome.
