It was one of my favorite songs as a child, probably because of the upbeat tempo and choreography--little feet marching in place or t...

"I want to be a grown up now ," exclaims my eight-year-old son. My knife doesn't even pause at this statement as I serve u...

Perhaps the most difficult part of life is the waiting.  Into our periods of living inevitably come those spaces  between when we see not ...

By the time my children bounce down the hall and into their beds each night, I am in desperate need of a little down time--just husband, m...

Living with an eight-year-old and twin six-year olds, rarely a day goes by that I'm not caught saying, "Did you hear me!? What di...

We've all experienced a season in the wilderness.  Maybe we've even experienced more than one. In our memories, it is a dark pla...

Even as an adult, I find children's books are so comforting to read. The bad guys are always bad.  The good guys are always good.  By ...