“Ding!” My eyes fly open. “Ring-ding!” What in the world is that noise? “Ring-ding-ding!” I roll over and look at the clock. It’s 5am. “Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!” Is there a fox in my backyard? I tear downstairs and out the back door. “Ding!” I look around wildly. And then I see him. Not a fox, but Louie. […]
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It was going to be a tough phone call. I dialed, put the phone up to my ear to wait for the other line to pick up and said, “God, please help me.” I heard a gasp. My son’s eyes were as wide as paper plates. “You know God’s phone number?” I laughed. And then
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Today marks the first day of National Hereditary Breast & Ovarian Cancer Week. It also marks the three-year anniversary of a monumental event in my life- the day I opted to undergo a preventative mastectomy because of my own hereditary risk of cancer. Three days before my surgery I wrote an essay entitled, “Goodbye.” After
Our two oldest boys, 9 and 10, dive into our comfy, brown chair in the living room and hug a blanket around their knees. Brian opens to the first chapter. “Tonight we’re going to read a chapter together from What’s the Big Deal? Why God Cares About Sex,” Brian explains. Our oldest son squirms and pulls
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It’s a long line at Panera. I glance up at the menu. Ah- there it is. The Strawberry Poppyseed & Chicken salad. I can taste it already. I was ordering two to go. One for me, and one for my friend Kristin who had graciously let my son play with her son for 3 days
With 6 clean sleeping bags and 2 comforters, I push my piled-high cart through the parking lot and pull the handle of the side door of our minivan to start loading. It won’t open. That’s odd. We just spent our lifesavings to get the only-helpful-when-they-work electronic doors fixed. I try the other side. Same thing.
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My husband does a lot around the house. He mows. And he…mows. I know he does a lot of other things, but mowing comes to mind first. And second. One evening, I was up to my elbows in dishwater and inwardly seething over the very long list of Mommy-do’s, and the seemingly much shorter list
It’s Sunday morning. I open my eyes at 7:45. For a mother of four boys, that’s sleeping in. And it’s fabulously gloriously wonderful. As I get ready for church, my husband, Brian, makes me a delicious veggie omelet – my favorite- and sets it on the bathroom counter for me to enjoy at my leisure.
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