Prodigal: (adjective), recklessly extravagant. Giving profusely; very generous. Lavish. Holy Week is here. Our King upon a colt will soon...

February 14 was a day that looked a lot like February 13, a day that looked a lot like February 12, which looked a lot like February 11....

Outside the weather is, well, frightful. Inside it’s  still a little chilly, but better with some cozy socks and a warm sweater. Is that...

After the birth of our first child, my doctor gave us some terrific advice. She told us to consider the first three months of our baby’s...

Not so long ago, I used to watch whatever I wanted on our t.v. Even as recently as after Liam was born, I would spend hours every day on...

Recently, we had the opportunity to tour the hallowed halls of the Iowa State Capitol Building. The gold-plated dome is a bright spark...

It’s late on a Sunday afternoon and I have a rare hour when no one is requiring anything of me. My son naps in his grandpa’s arms, my...

It was the middle of the morning before we were finally ready to tackle our errands today. I had the ambitious goal of walking two blocks...

The playground has become a central fixture in our lives. So much so that a day out for us no longer consists of searching for trendy,...

This past week was National Library Week, and fittingly, Thursday of that week was “Tell A Story” Day. Liam and I love our local library....

Is it kind? Is it true? Is it necessary? - three helpful filters for our thoughts before they exit our mouths as words. All of us are...

The astute among you would have noticed a change to my little online collection of thoughts. Last night, I sowed some money into this...

My husband and I dated long distance until we were married, way back when. I remember vividly the emotional highs and lows as I...

Has it really been five months? Time has flown by and dragged on since Liam and I ran, barefoot in the sand, along Australia’s southern...

This weeks definition of futility was my attempt to clean our glass front door. The ever-present fingerprints had become three...

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s running. Ugh. Just thinking about moving faster than a brisk walk and I can practically feel my lungs...

Reading has become more of a luxury as my baby has grown into a toddler and demands more and more of my undivided attention. Even so,...

Summer evenings in a small town are one of the best things about rural living. As the sun falls (finally) behind some trees, it’s...

Yesterday on my drive home, the radio announcer was asking for listeners to call in with stories of when their Dads had come to their...

I can’t take my eyes off him. Even to type, each sentence is separated by a long pause as I soak in my boy’s every feature. As I stare, I...