Confessions of a Clay Pot

A few years ago, my kids’ curiosity about childbirth began to surface, so I thought I’d take the birds and bees by the horns. I went out a...

We brought our first daughter home from the hospital, pulled her out of the car seat, laid her in the middle of the living room, and told ...

Sunday before last, I was scheduled to preach while the pastor was on vacation.   I had agreed to do so well ahead of time and had even begu...

It’s been weeks since I took the leap and started moving things around the house, in anticipation of setting the big girls up in the downsta...

My church does a prayer chain, where people can get word out to the entire church body to ask for immediate prayer, if something urgent happ...

First and foremost, let me say – does anyone need a little crooked neck summer squash?   Or a lot?   Short of that – does anyone have a roc...

The girls have coined a new term this summer.   They like to point out my “Mom Mode.”   More specifically, they like to celebrate the instan...

In our years of church life, my husband and I encountered a fairly steady stream of troubled kids.   Often they would come to church activ...

My husband and I were already engaged before I met his favorite uncle, and that uncle’s fiancée.   They were planning a July wedding, about ...

Well-traveled as I might consider myself, I know next to nothing about Arkansas.   I’ve never seen a PBS travel show about it.   I’ve never ...

My husband jokes that if I ever become famous, they’ll have to put up more historic placards than they used for Ronald Reagan.   It seems li...

I ’m only a month into this “stay at home Mom” gig, but it’s by far the best job I’ve ever had.   The to-do list I was hoping to conquer by...

Just imagine tooling down the highway, the whole family is singing On the Road Again in chorus together, and tagging along behind is that s...

Flying with a school group from Detroit to D.C. for the 1993 Inaugural Festival, we were waiting to board when my dad realized something ama...

Picking the kids up from school recently, an exceedingly young couple was walking home together, holding hands.   They paused to hug at the ...

Her culinary experimentation didn’t stop there, either.   I was making photocopies at the church, allowing her to crawl around the workroom ...

Some people might label it “poor communcation.”   Others won’t acknowledge that it happens.   A few others might even call it sexism.   Sinc...

When I offered to resign four months ago, I knew I was ready for a change.   But even as my last day was set, I still couldn’t really imagin...

Looking up info on our disabled 9N, I found this bit of nostalgia at http://www.tractorshed.com/cgi-bin/gallery/gallery_pic.cgi?pic=http;/...

It was my biggest concern when we considered moving to the hobby farm: the pasture.   In addition to the 2-3 acres of lawn mowing, owning th...