Our Whirlwind Travels and Week Two of the Reading Group
This last week was a busy one for us. Last Sunday, my husband boarded a plane bound for the jungles of…
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This last week was a busy one for us. Last Sunday, my husband boarded a plane bound for the jungles of…
Today we dive into week one of our first-ever online reading group, and I’m excited to share this little adventure…
It’s been two years now. Two years since I looked fear in the face and boarded a plane bound for…
Vulnerability, transparency, accountability … it’s often a difficult thing to put skin on those words. They require a certain amount…
There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
My mother turned 61 on the 17th … a St. Patty’s baby. Raised on a Kansas farm, an educator by…
Last Friday I had one of those days. Perhaps you know the kind … when pressures and concerns weigh heavy,…
Last week, I treated my daughters to breakfast at a local restaurant. As I was filling my coffee cup—the baby…
This past weekend my son went to spend some time with my in-laws and his cousins. We sent him two…
Tiny Legos litter the floor, and miniature dinner plates adorn my table. I match pint-sized socks and fold little pairs…
If you’ve been reading F&C for a while, you may have seen this. But since many of you are new…
There’s a battle waging. And if you’re a mom, you’ve undoubtedly felt it. Sometimes it’s obvious; other times it’s covertly…