I’ve been having a bit of writer’s block lately. Well, not exactly writer’s block. Just blogger’s block, I guess. I’ve written a poem, but it’s nothing I want to share yet. I’ve started and not finished a whole slew of posts. I'm basically "finished" with...
The birthday was last week, but I've been working on other projects so . . . here are pics of my favorite two-year-old at long last! The photos should speak for themselves. Photo by April Roskos...
I haven't done much for flood victims. Helping out with the "flood buckets" my church is providing via the Red Cross has been the extent of my mission. The initial cleanup seems to be complete, but I'm sure more help will be needed in the...
Since January, or earlier maybe, I've been thinking this might be my year to dabble in missions. After talking with my brother, a seasoned missions-tripper, about how to be sure you're helping, not hurting, on a short-term missions trip, I concluded that disaster-relief was the way to go....
Today I sent my almost-five-year-old off to begin her second year of preschool. Realizing how quickly this past year has gone by, I'm reminded that my days as a pre-school mom are numbered. All too soon I will be a mother of school-age children. How...
Lately, riding in the car, going to the store, or even just hanging out around the house, Camilla and I have been accompanied by an eager new conversationalist. Camilla might be in the middle of telling me something she deems important. It doesn't matter. She...
A few weeks ago I said this to a friend. Actually, several friends, in several different conversations. Since Camilla was born, we have only camped a handful of times and every one of those times it was for one night in somebody's backyard. Breakfast was...
Some of you may remember my whole love-affair with single-tasking earlier this year. That was a great idea, wasn’t it? Well, obviously, I’ve gotten a little side-tracked. Allow me to explain . . .I still love the idea of single-tasking. Really, I do. I feel...
My dear friend and fellow writer, Demery Bader-Saye, tagged me in a bloggy game! Thank you, Dem! Now I get to answer some fun questions and tag a few of you. What do you think of when you the hear the word tag?Playing flashlight tag...
I was a terrible mom today. Really. Short-tempered. Frustrated. Of course, Camilla was not a stellar daughter, but that’s not really her job. Adrian hung onto my leg and whined the entire morning while I tried to do laundry and change the sheets. Camilla ignored...
