Her Unspoken Name

Learning to connect with people and build basic relationships I placed my stack of library finds on the counter and glanced over at my girls, each lost in an educational game on the library computers. Lakelyn peered down on the puzzle shelf and pulled one onto the floor. “Look, Mommy!” she said a bit too…

Struggle isn’t the same as failure

I had just finished telling Daniel about a conversation several of my homeschooling mommy friends and I had talked through yesterday. We had covered the pros and cons of various curriculums and the challenges and strengths of learning styles and disabilities. It felt like a tiny splash over from a tornado, lots of high winds…

Our Red Sea

Our first year was blissfully happy. We lived in the teeniest farmhouse ever, with leaning doorways and squeaky wooden floors and an infestation of brown recluse spiders. The walls were anything but tight, and when the winter storms blew, my curtains swayed gently in the breeze that found its way through the cracks. Skunks moved…

Words well seasoned

I rounded the corner into the small galley kitchen at our church, bustling with women in aprons. The smell of lasagna and chili surrounded me and I felt very small. I was small, in fact, always lagging in size to my peers. But I held in my hands an apple pie, with fluted edges and…