Erase Her Misery

This tiny human glows. Her toothless smile tickles my heart and brings tears to my eyes. She kicks her chubby legs, the paper beneath crunching with each hit. She squeals as I kiss her almost non-existent neck. Her soft skins smells of milk and spit-up. Perfection. “Hold her arms down, Mom,” the nurse with the dark ponytail says. I take each soft hand in mine and gently press them to the paper. My little girl captures my gaze and lets[Read more]

Surviving After a Flood

Something was wrong. I could tell by the rapid Ukrainian my husband was speaking to someone on the phone. I understood words like electricity, mud, and water. My husband hung up and showed me some pictures a friend sent him. There was stuff floating in six inches of muddy water. Our stuff. In our basement. The vacation didn’t feel much like a getaway anymore.   What Now? We felt trapped. We felt trapped by circumstances and indecision. It had taken[Read more]

Interview With a (Pregnant!) Mother: Maribel Hughley

<a href=””>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a> Our guest today is Maribel Hughley. Her site is about serving Christ, family, and others. She is a featured blogger for beauty and lifestyle magazine for 2016 and is 36 weeks pregnant! Welcome, Maribel. Let’s start with every mother’s favorite thing to chat about. Will you tell us about your children? Gladly! My first born is my daughter, Abygael. She is 3 years old and is hilarious. She’s a very active and energized girl.[Read more]

Picture Man

Once upon a time there was a man. His name was picture man. There was a giant block mountain. And then there was a giant golf ball size boulder. And then there was a giant on top and a giant pillow. It squished the man! Then the sun made the pillow go off the man and he went back to normal. Then the pillow got shrinked into a tiny, little pillow. The man builded a bed and fell asleep on[Read more]

Teasing or Lying?

Should I Scold Her For Lying, Or Applaud Her Imagination? My 3-year-old likes to make things up. “My old, old Grandma, in my old, old day, took me to the beach and we went surfing.” “Are you talking about Nana?” “No.” “Grandma Verla?” “No! My old, old Grandma!” We think we figured out that she is talking about her Great Grandmother, whom she has only met two or three times. She is 94 years old. I don’t think she’s been[Read more]