Writing Elsewhere: There Are No Greeting Cards for Us
There are no graduation cards for mothers like me.
There are no graduation cards for mothers like me.
My younger daughter describes a freshly-cut lawn in summer.
Why can’t I ever think of a comeback until the person is long gone?
Let’s talk about what’s going right! (Plus a prayer request.)
In which I share some interesting handwriting exercises from my older daughter’s elementary school journal.
Small Successes add up, so why not count them each week, as you go?
This afternoon, we played “Taboo” with our kids. The game is great for forcing you to come up with synonyms for words so you don’t use any of the taboo words on the list. But the odd things our kids come up with make me laugh out loud sometimes. Today, our 16 year-old referred…
Once upon a time, there was a very, very shy little girl. Could her parents help her to be brave?
In which I brag about my older daughter’s writing skills!
I think I’ve gone crazy. But it’s okay, because it’s a happy sort of crazy.