As I scrolled through Instagram on Thursday morning, I noticed a post from my daughter’s friend, saying to pray for the victims of the shooting. I had been home barely 24 hours from visiting my daughter at Pepperdine. As quickly as my home internet could churn, I started googling for information. Of course, the unthinkable ...
Last week I pulled up to a stoplight behind a white Subaru and noticed a bumper sticker right away. I was rolling slowly up behind them as the words came into focus: “I love my spoiled, ungrateful children.” Wow. Not the worst bumper sticker I’d ever seen, but it certainly got me thinking. Who ...
The first contest I ever won involved a tiny clay sculpture I crafted and submitted to the Harper County Fair. I remember being very surprised that I had won a ribbon, considering I had only taken one art class. And I was sure the other entries came from professional artists. Empowered by that Reserve ...
Many years ago, a new-teacher friend of mine shared a story with me that has resonated more clearly since my diagnosis. She was on her first day of teaching First Grade. Back then, Kindergarten was only a half day, so First Grade was an even bigger transition for most kids. The morning went smoothly, ...
The summer after second grade, I wanted two things more than I wanted to breathe: to finally attend overnight 4-H camp like my older siblings, and to own a miniature dachshund. In the 70s, they both cost about $35, which was a chunk of change. I knew it, and my dad knew it, so he ...
“Oh where is my hairbrush, oh where is my hairbrush, oh where, oh where, oh where ….” Like 60 million other parents, we have memorized every song from all the Veggie Tales VHS tapes and DVDs. (We had kids in both eras.) Apparently, we are in good company. One in three American homes with children own them. ...
I idolized my sister’s hair. Honestly, I idolized everything about my older sister. But her long blond hair, like spun gold, was an object of pure envy. Even as a four-year-old, I knew it was special. Next to my own brunette pixie, it was to me the holy grail. One warm fall afternoon, my sister ...
I am a girl who loves a good list. Long before Erin Condrin, Daytimers, The Bullet Journal, and Trello, before agenda planners were even a thing, I made my own out of a ten-cent spiral notebook. It dictated my day, and my life. It always sat on top of my junior high book pile, the ...
When we remodeled our house, a stately 50-foot walnut tree stood in the way of our blueprint. It was perfect: straight, tall, and beautiful. We did everything to keep it, but in the end, the grand plan dictated that it had to be cut down. The tree became a distinctive mantel for our home. ...
In grad school, my husband and I rented a duplex near campus that had some interesting carpet. It had a motif of a flaming B in a repeated diamond pattern. The rent fit our budget, and not that into decorating at the time, we didn’t think too much about it. A few weeks into a ...
