toward a hands-on sort of faith
My two-year-old son really, really loves Jesus. For what it’s worth, Si attended a year of Catholic preschool and was given all the loving indoctrination the experience can provide (aside: if you...
View Articlethe interdependent web(s in our garage)
The other day as I buckled Si into his carseat, he declared, “I like ‘pidahs!” This surprised me; of late, anything that evokes a mere suggestion of 8 legs or skittery movement–things that could...
View Articleparenting . . . on the edge
What happens when parenting isn’t perfect? When life isn’t what you expected? When things get hard in mommyland? I wrote this a year ago, after discovering that my own answer is “Keep running.”...
View ArticleAs long as you can get yourself down: the argument for an UNsafe childhood
Two years ago, our sons’ preschool brought in writer and consultant Richard Louv, author of Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children From Nature Deficit Disorder. The purpose, amid a capital...
View Articleyes, mothers, somebody needs you: to be YOU.
This past week I’ve seen this post again and again. It seems to strike a needed nerve with some of my facebook friends, and so they share, often with a personal testimonial. The sharers are some of...
View ArticleI refuse to do it all
The other day I was talking with a dear friend about marriage and family life. “My only problem with my marriage,” Anna exclaimed, “is my children!” I laughed in immediate recognition—how well I know...
View ArticleIntegrate THIS . . . seriously
Once upon a very brief time, I had the freedom that sometimes, these days, feels like my dearest fantasy: exclusive focus on one thing. One hat, one role, one set of responsibilities. In this case, it...
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