About a month ago, my sister by marriage sent me a Newsweek article entitled "Generation Diva: How Our Obsession with Beauty is Changin...

I do not want to write this blog entry. God asked me to write this last week and I begged for something more cheerful to say at Easter. Than...

This past weekend, we celebrated Jesus’ offering His lifeblood on the cross as a substitute for our sin and, three days later, His resurrect...

Our orange and grapefruit trees have started blooming, the beginnings of next winter’s fruit. The problem is my two-year-old son loves flowe...

This week, I was driving quietly along without my children, listening to Nichole Nordeman’s This Mystery . Although I’ve heard the songs on ...

When I was ten, my parents decided to send me to manner’s school at Dillards’ Department Store. This wasn’t my choice—they made me go. “W...

When Wyatt was about a year old, I would attempt to silence his fussing by bursting forth with all the childhood songs I remembered, making ...