The other night, I spent some much-needed quality time with my mom. We did some shopping and then settled into a local restaurant, a glass of wine in my hand, a martini in hers, and a big, steaming dish of spinach artichoke dip between us. We started chatting. She made a comment about my little… Continue reading They Won’t Remember
When I was in high school, I got my two front teeth punched right out of my face. Ok, that’s not true. But for a few days, I looked like it. I walked around with a huge chunk chipped right out of my two front teeth. As a senior in high school, it was not… Continue reading The time I got my teeth knocked out
As I get older, sometimes I wonder if the idea of Easter really is crazy. It’s tough to admit, but the thought crosses my mind periodically. What if the idea that some guy died 2,000 years ago, rose from the dead, and now lives in me… is ludicrous? What if believing that he wandered around… Continue reading What if?
“Mom, I’m so excited to ride the bus!!” “Honey, you’re not riding the bus this year. That’s next year, for kindergarten.” “Oh right. But I’m going to school every day this year, right?” “Yup.” “I can’t wait! I am just remembering all the fun stuff we did last year!” And just like that, my chubby,… Continue reading First Day of Pre-K and Beyond
I was asked to periodically write the sermon reflections for my church here in Indy (Common Ground Christian Church West). Each week, we send out a little sermon summary with some reflection questions, thus it’s called the sermon reflection. I have been mulling over a blog involving my daughter Heidi’s swim lessons, and it leant… Continue reading When God Throws You In the Deep End
A couple weekends ago, I went on a retreat with the ladies at my church. It’s been years since I’ve done a retreat like this, and the last time I did was before I had kids. Let me tell you the difference between a single gal in her teens going on a retreat and a… Continue reading Lies and the women who believe them
As a mother, Amanda is one in a million. I’ll never forget how I met her. Heidi was just five days old, and I had worked up the courage to take my new baby to a breastfeeding support group at IU West. The class is a tad intimidating. Because yes, it’s exactly what you think… Continue reading Story #2: Amanda Linderwell and Her Son Xander