Here’s a link to my most recent article at Today’s Christian Woman. Christian Kids in Public School The response to this story has been great for the most part. Except for one pastor who doesn’t approve of my choices. (I’m sure there are more, but he’s the only one who has verbalized it.) Oh well. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, and I am confident in the decision our family has made. Go Ballard Bombers!
“Hug your reader with your words.” That’s what Cec Murphey said. Hug your dad with your words. That’s what the quiet voice in my head echoed back to me. My dad is not a hugger. Actually, I’m not a hugger by nature either. I trained myself to be okay with people entering my very large personal space bubble. Hugging may not come naturally to me, but words do. From my mouth they often lack, but from my fingertips they flow. My dad is scheduled to have triple bypass surgery this week. Like chest wide open and mess with the most…
If you are a regular around here, I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t been posting much lately. Sometimes something’s gotta give and right now for me, that is this blog. In an effort to focus on my freelancing and 500 Dresses, I’ve decided 26 Letters is going to take a back seat for a while. Querying and article writing take a considerable amount of time and brain power. I’m super-excited about a couple upcoming magazine articles and some soon-to-be published devotions, but after I spend time working on them it seems I don’t have much left in the tank to…
It was all because of the flying cheese. I was tucking my little man into bed when he made his cheese confession. “Mom, I forgot to tell you something.” (Lewis, who shares pretty much every detail of his every day life with me, “forgot” to tell me something…my ears perked up immediately.) “What’s that buddy?” “I had to go to the principal’s office today.” If my youngest had had previous incidents involving disobedience and disruptive behavior in school, this may have upset me a little bit. But as he is a pretty well-behaved, albeit un-Harms-ishly social six-year-old, I was more intrigued…
Sharing a link to Alphonsine’s tribute to her family 20 years after the Hutu’s murdered her mom, her dad, her sister Claudine and her brother Jean Felix. Makes me want to hug my kids. In A Garden of Fame Where Their Treasured Memories Grow Fonder: Two Decades Later!