This is the type of book that I hope you’ll never have a need to read. If you do, however, I hope a copy makes its way into your hands. Written by my mother’s cousin’s daughter, Heidi L. Paulec shares the personal account of losing her cousin Jamie to death by suicide, including fond memories… Continue reading Abiding Light: A Book Review
Photo by Suliman Sullehi on Pexels.com I haven't been writing much as of late because JJ, Liam, and I are out of town visiting family. The situation in Afghanistan has been heavy on my heart, however, and I have felt compelled to write about it. Perhaps I'll write a longer post regarding my thoughts when… Continue reading God is the Ruler Yet
The potted plant in my backyard that I blogged about several posts back is really beginning to bloom, leaving me equally delighted and surprised each morning with all the new blossoms bursting forth. Weeks ago, this plant reminded me to look at my own life and to uproot and cast aside any aspect that had… Continue reading Persevering
My mom flew into town during the Fourth of July weekend, so my younger sister texted me (instead of her) for her potato salad recipe—the one we enjoyed so much growing up. I found it, snapped a picture, and sent it to her by text. The incident made me remember my own version of potato… Continue reading Zesty Italian Potato Salad
“Is that a weed?” JJ asked me as he looked out the glass door to a potted plant in our backyard. “No!” I retorted, feeling protective of my little plant. I explained to him how a friend of mine had given me flower seeds for Mother’s Day last year, and I had finally planted them… Continue reading What Are You Growing?
I thought I was so clever when I first “created” this recipe. It came about when I discovered a plump, ripe watermelon sitting on my counter after a 4th of July potluck I had hosted the day before. My younger sister, who was also my roommate at the time, came home later that day from… Continue reading Frozen Watermelon Lemonade
Photo by Sebastian Voortman on Pexels.com My son gashed his chin at the park a few weeks ago. It’s not something I intended to write about, but it really left an impression on me. Considering all the blood and how deep the cut was, I think I responded fairly well. My son was a real… Continue reading The Inner Struggles of a Mom
My mom was making French toast out of challah long before it was a thing. Back in the early 90s, when all of us children were still living at home, she would whip up a couple of loaves on a Friday afternoon. We would then enjoy some of the freshly-baked bread with our dinner that… Continue reading French Toast Made from Challah
Photo by Frans Van Heerden on Pexels.com It drizzled a couple of times earlier this month, and both times were a vivid reminder to me of how much it rained in June a year ago—something odd for our desert region known as the Sun City. My family and I were not complaining though. With highs… Continue reading God is Merciful
I was recently reminded of a trip I took to the supermarket three years ago. It was one of those rare occasions where I was able to go alone while JJ watched our son, so I took advantage of my little retreat by visiting the seasonal section of the store before making my purchases. There’s… Continue reading Growth
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