Near my bed sits a yellow legal-sized piece of paper, crudely-formed ABC's strung together to read, "I Love Mommy Because." ...

Ask my children the rules of the house, and they're likely to give you a list of negative "No's."  No running inside. No...

I would probably be hiding flame-colored cheeks could I remember how many things I have actually forgotten over the past 24-hours, much le...

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...