My Dearest Sully Bear and Kali Cat, You will be three tomorrow. And as your mom—the woman who ached for your presence before you were conceived, who prayed and loved you into ...
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For Now or Forever
“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. ‘Summer is over and gone,’ they sang. ‘over and gone, over and gone. Summer is ...
Don’t Worry (Sermon on the Mount, Part 9)
As I write this, my house is empty (thank you Luke!), my to-do list has been appropriately managed, and my writing space is in order. My feet are enveloped in my coziest ...
Name It
We were having one of our (now frequent) conversations about the Harry Potter universe when I noticed that Charleston exclusively referred to the book’s antagonist as “You Know Who.” At first I ...
Lately // August 2022
This August could easily be divided into two distinct parts: Vacation and Back-to-School—in other words, it was a month of extremes, all good! Here’s a glimpse at some highlights of this month, ...
What I Slid Into Learning This Summer {2022}
Back in my teaching days we often referred to the dreaded “Summer Slide.” It was a term used to describe the learning loss and general academic regression that took place in the ...
When You Can’t Agree to Disagree
Do you remember back when it was considered unnecessary—impolite, even—to publicly discuss politics and religion? Yeah, me neither. That era is such a distant memory, it’s hard to imagine it ever existed ...
Chill Summer Thursdays: To All the (Nonfiction) Books I’ve Loved Before
Two weeks ago I took you all on a walk through my historical bookshelves with a list of my all-time favorite novels from the past several years. Today I’m sharing a similar ...
Where Your Treasure Is (Sermon on the Mount, Part 8)
We were driving home from a week in California this past Wednesday, cruising down a long stretch of highway through the Arizona desert, big rigs surrounding us on three sides. We’d been ...
Chill Summer Thursdays: 90’s Throwback
My 1990s childhood was one of flashiness and neon, of sugary packaged foods and regrettable attire, and a whole bunch of good, wholesome fun. As kids, we elder Millennials fawned over our ...