It’s quiet in the neighborhood today. No kids pedaling past the house, no scooter brigade en route to the elementary school. Most families have…

Dozens of them. Golden yellow trumpets. Lifting chins to the morning sun.

For a whole week daffodils have graced our mantle, tables, counters, and dressers….

We’ve experienced a new development in our family. One that has given me a bit of angst and worry, one I am still processing…

I play the piano. Not well. But well enough to play the hymns impromptu or accompany if I have some advance notice. (Like several…

Five candles to blow out, twenty-four cupcakes to share, twelve girls twirling in tutus, twelve bows carefully tied to chairs, twelve balloons floating the…

The girls are still talking about Disney World, still drawing pictures of their favorite characters, laughing over things we did and said and saw.

(Sami’s…

My Dad reads the funnies religiously. He often copies the good ones (interpret: the applicable ones) and saves them for us. This was one…

It is morning. The morning after a tough evening, and I am still raw from the hurting. Mine and theirs. I hurt for who…

Once upon a time, there were three little girls who left their small home in the west for the big world of Disney in…