The title of this blog seems a little more ominous then it really is. It is simply the thesis of the final prayer I prayed with the kids ye...

Palms sweating, heart racing, knees knocking she willed herself to enter the room. Seated on the couch, the mother who rocked her to sleep,...

For whatever reason, this morning it occurred to me that we've been living in this house for six months now, and we have yet to discuss ...

“Hannah pooped on the floor!” I am getting so tired of hearing those words. Our little princess has been sliding down the slippery slope of ...