Forty? Really?

I mean, really?! How can it be that I will be forty years old in less than two months? I’ve seen it coming for some time now. It started gradually enough. Slowly, but surely, the daring nighties and satin bras took flight from their lavender paper lined home. The...

Broken Pieces

When my oldest daughter was three, she and I were strolling along the beach in search of shell treasures. It was December, and there didn’t seem to be much in the way of beautiful shells to be found. As we made our way down the steps to the beach, Peyton ran in...

Who’s in Your Circle?

The following blog is a reprint of an article I wrote published in Proverbs 31 Magazine (2004). As parents, it is often difficult to keep from devoting every single ounce of energy to our children. When they are babies, we are responsible for caring for their every...

Jesus and Duran Duran

Memories are funny. I’m in the midst of my twentieth load of laundry for the day. Somewhere between the granny panties and the sports bra, I catch sight of my Duran Duran concert shirt from 1984 (yes, I still have it, and yes, it actually still fits). My mind slides...