Remembering the Stories

Over breakfast, my daughters and I began discussing when we could put up the Christmas tree. My youngest piped up with excitement in her voice and said “I love remembering the stories of the ornaments!” Immediately, the three of us began listing our...

Third Grade Picture Day

When I was in third grade, my sister and I forgot to remind our mom about picture day. That morning, we got ourselves dressed and went on to school (I think we had forgotten it was picture day, too). When the photos came in, Mom was mortified. My sister fared pretty...

True Confessions of a Tired Mom

If anyone says motherhood was easy, they are either referring to their pet hamsters or they are heavily medicated. I’ll admit, I used to beat myself up over not getting things done perfectly. After I got over that, I would occasionally beat myself up over not...

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...