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  • (Let’s go to the) Blog Hop!

    Today, I am participating in the “Best Thing Blog Hop,” an event hosted by writer and blogger Ellen Painter Dollar. The blogosphere is a fast-paced place, and what bloggers write—even when it’s good quality and receives positive responses—is quickly left behind, eclipsed by more recent content. Ellen wanted to give bloggers a chance to shine…

  • Stairway to heaven

    This morning at church, the message was from Genesis 12, God’s call of Abraham. The preacher referenced Genesis 11, reminding us of the context into which this astonishing imperative was detonated – a post-Babel world. And that reminder sent me on a hunt for something I wrote a while ago. Imagine with me what it…

  • The more things change…

      A few observations: (1) This was the last time I let my hair go wild and free, Jew-fro style, until I kicked my blow-drying addiction last summer. (2) Those Levis look as though they might fall right off of me. (3) The yearbook photog caught me in an unfortunate sneer, but I was smiling…

  • Parents, you can not predict the future. You know that, right?

    I had one of those time-transcending moments last night in a warehouse in Chicago. Travel back in time with me for a moment, to 1995. My thee children, then ages 12, 10 and 9 and I have started another typical home school day. Breakfast, a few chores, prayer, then the day’s instructions, which invariably included…

  • The lessons of 2011

    2011, it’s been an interesting trip `round the sun with you. Before you turn into something that’s so last year, I thought I’d review some lessons I learned while I was in your classroom during the last 365 days:   (1) Shoulder surgery IS as bad as they say. Everyone kept warning me that last…

  • One sweet tradition

    Twenty-nine Christmases ago, our first child was a little baby girl just about able to sit up by herself for the first time. In the days leading up to Christmas, my husband and I knew it was time to think about one thing we could begin doing that would mark our own Christmas as a…