We welcomed a mud monster into the shower last night. When one has a child who has discovered the miraculous marriage of water + garden dirt, one does not allow…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Dear Future Little Friend, In case I forget to tell you ten years from now, I love you. In case you forget, ten years from now, how “cool” you think…
“Life. Life is God’s greatest gift.” It’s a quote from Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible. It’s a quote that I used like a billy club to beat the bushes of…
50 things to do in summer with (or without) kids “Summer’s lease hath far too short a date.” Preach it, Brother. I mean, it’s Shakespeare, after all. The man deserves…
It’s the postman’s tread on my front porch. It’s the tea kettle’s whistle that goes ignored for minutes because the laughter in the other room is too loud. It’s the…
“EB not know how to fix this bracelet.” It’s today’s tempest in a teapot. A flimsy plastic purple bracelet (“Hey mom. This EB’s fav-0-rite color.”) has had the audacity to…