When I look at my son, I see his daddy. When I see my son’s smile, it’s my brothers all over again. When I look at my husband’s profile, I see the profile of his dad and his grandfather. When my husb...
We like Hermie and Wormie at our house. Can’t help it. They are just too cute. And their caterpillar characters have so much wisdom to share! The latest Hermie book I got to review was no exception. ...
Dearest, Did you know what you were getting into, my love, when you married a writer? Did you know it would mean oft coming home to dishes only half finished because inspiration struck in the midst o...
I’m faced with the opportunity so many times a day. And too often, I ignore it. The moment slips through my fingers due to my own impatience. It’s not a book deal or a speaking engagement. No, it’s b...
She talks of how moms need perspective and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. How can one maintain perspective in the midst of the up-all-night, wiping-noses-all-day, clingy-sick-babies kind...
There’s something about hanging out the laundry that makes it all right in my world once again. Maybe it’s the wind in my hair. Or the sheets flapping in the breeze. Maybe it’s the sense of acc...
Dear Mom, I’m not sure how you did it. I know your floor hid the crumbs better than mine does. But the laundry was always clean and folded and put away. We didn’t have messes of toys everywhere. Our ...
“And when you believed in Christ, He identified you as His own…” -Ephesians 1:13, NLT Twenty-five years ago today, I took His identity for my own. With the simple faith of a child, I knelt and prayed...
My maternal grandfather’s birthday is today. It seemed a fitting time to share this piece I wrote ten years ago for a college writing class. Happy Birthday, Papa! Thanks for your example and all the ...
When you stop writing for readers’ affections, your work will affect more people. -Jeff Goins, You Are a Writer I’m sitting in the coffee shop. I have 45 minutes to write, but the computer is sitting...
I’m a country girl. Real is the dirt field my farmer plows. Real is the paper and ink love letters we wrote to each other. Real is the peanut butter on my children’s faces. Real is the dark yellow yo...
It’s been Tweeted and Retweeted so often that no one knows where it originally came from: “Facebook is for for friends who are now strangers, Twitter is for strangers who should be friends.” And in a...
Dear Lord, It’s past 1 o’clock in the afternoon on this, the National Day of Prayer here in the U.S. The house is finally quiet, for the first time since the middle child woke us all up at I ca...
When you go to compose a new Tweet, Twitter asks you, “What’s happening?” But the truth is, not everyone really wants to know what’s happening in your life every single second of every day. Twitter i...
Last week, I planted miracles in the ground. Racing the coming thunderstorm, I spaded the earth and pushed them into the holes. With one eye on the lightning streaking through the black c...
I grew up in the same little community my dad and grandpa had before me. I went to church with the same ladies who’d babysat my dad when he was little. We had shirttail relatives everywhere. Moving t...
Are you the sort who always reads the tips column in whatever newspaper or magazine you pick up? Are you always looking for hints on ways to save time and ? Then That Works for Me! is the eBook for y...
You know the person that you always call when you have a question about healthy food? The one you call, not because they make you feel guilty for eating the way you do, but because they give you real...
Dear Mary Kate, Your daddy and I insisted on everyone napping Sunday afternoon. Then, we promised, then we could all plant flowers outside. We left the front door open (yay for screen door weat...
Writing can be a lonely calling. The hammering out of words on keys. The editing, the honing, the writing again. It’s laborious and lonely. So there’s nothing like doing it to...
They try to be just like mommy. They write little tiny characters all over every square inch of paper, making a list just like mommy. They take half the clothes off the hangers in my closet, parading...
Let me reassure you, my blogging friend: Twitter is not necessary for success in blogging. I could name countless bloggers who were read by thousands before they ever got a Twitter account. But the n...
a guest post by Chantel Brankshire, @springjoys Why I Buffer I’m not the techiest of techie people, but technology fascinates me. Watching the rise of social media like Facebook and Twitter, I’ve see...
You’ve seen them. The Twitter users who follow fifteen cajillion people. Or almost that many. And you wonder how on earth they ever actually read all those Tweets. They don’t. I promise. No one ...
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