"The chicken needs a bit more salt," I advised as I handed over the brown paper sack stuffed with the makings of a taco dinner. She took the bag, this perfect stranger, and looked back at me with her crystal-clear Lake Louise eyes. "The procedure worked," she sob-spoke back to me. And I saw it
"This one, mommy." "OK," I say in a voice much more cheerful than I feel. My daughter plucks a book out of the basket in which we keep our weekly plunder from the library. The cover shows an unusually rotund woman on the front, with a cover that insinuates, "This is where all
My friends Mike and Kristin Berry at Confessions of an Adoptive Parent recently gave me the opportunity to read Kristin's new book that just released this week: Born Broken by Kristin Berry I met Kristin and Mike last year at the Refresh conference in the Seattle area last year. The conference was
Writer's note: I thought long and hard about whether to post the following blog. Have I met my purpose in writing by my first post about the Duggars? Will this be construed as getting on a soapbox, or attempting to drag a Christian family through the mud? I normally write a post, and immediately publish.
Dear postpartum body of mine, Most of the time, I start letters with something like, "You know, it's been awhile since we talked ..." Except that would be a lie. I talk to you all the time. In fact, you may be cringing now, wondering what I might have to critique you on today. After