Tonight at the church talent show, my daughter was determined to show off her ballet moves. She was really tired of me bugging her about whether this was something she should do or not. But when it came for showtime, she got a second too long to think about all the people staring at her.
Tomorrow is the probably the most bittersweet day of the year for me. It’s the 23rd anniversary of my brother Bradley’s death. He was 16 months old and just started walking and talking. He called me Nonna. My fondest memory of him was when our brother, Bryan, would dump him in my bed at 5:30
I’m going to be 16 weeks pregnant with my third child on Wednesday. And I’m so thankful that it’s one more week with no real news. I was sitting here writing a card to one of three friends who lost their babies this week. And I realized something. Life is so fragile. It’s more fragile
It took me nearly nine years of the same argument with my husband to understand why God gave me Warren. I needed a third baseman. We were getting nowhere in communicating with spoken words, so I wrote him a letter. It was intended to tell him what I needed from him, but as God worked
The Superbowl featured an entertainer last night. A real entertainer. And Bruno Mars’ last song was one I think is almost the right message for girls. My age. Younger. Older. His chorus says, “Girl, you’re amazing just the way you are.” He’s talking about her beauty. Her smile. How her hair falls just the right