I've written before about my love for my little backyard, which I guess isn’t really that little (just ask my husband after he spends the afternoon mowing the lawn).
As I was driving down West Jefferson Boulevard at lunchtime today, a blinding flash of lightning crashed just in front of me, followed quickly by a loud rumble of thunder.
Wanted: One friend for small boy of 7 years
You know, it's the little things that make life worth living. And by little things, I'm talking about the joy of a well-loaded dishwasher.
The waiting game seems to be paying off: after my husband got a little, shall we say, forceful with our pediatr
Last week's blog led to an outpouring of support for my family and we have felt all your love and prayers as we wait to find
My daughter is sick. And it's scary, because we don't know what's going on. She's been pulled from school until the results of testing are known, and the waiting is killing her dad and me.
So I went grocery shopping Sunday in advance of what turned out to be not a whole lot of snow, and as I was getting into the car something scratched my right hand.
One of the least pleasant aspects of parenting is getting the children on board with chores.
Last week, I posted about how my sister blogger Christi came and helped me get my garage organized and helped create my new pantry.