The Birds and Bees have real names- Why my children know about sex

This post contains affiliate links, which if you click on and purchase through  I make a small percentage from. ___________________________________________________________ We peered out the window overlooking the neighborhood, our noses smashed up against the glass. “She has never mentioned the period. And I’m starting to develop. I’ll need a bra soon.” Her voice dropped. “Am…

Fall comes in slowly

This post contains affiliate links, which if you click on and purchase through  I make a small percentage from. __________________________________________________________________________ I really didn’t feel like decorating for fall. It has been such a whirlwind summer, with trips that spanned thousands of miles and flights out of the country, and then my littlest sister married and…

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…

It’s worth being a little crazy to really live

“Are we crazy?” We look at each other at some ridiculous hour of the night, but the light is still on and the textbook open. I blinked my heavy eyelids and looked deep into my husband’s tired face, just inches from mine. The four little people were finally in bed, and the house was that…

When salsa and emotions and mistakes collide

I turned my heaping cart into the check out line at Aldi, and took a deep breath. Meat, cheese and produce for freezer meals- check. Milk and cereal- check. All four of my children within eyesight: one, two, three, four- check. I surveyed the cart with a feeling of accomplishment- for once, I had menu…

The day I accidentally spoke “Boy”

Morning light feebly streamed through my nearly closed drapes. After being on the road for 13 days, covering 5,800 miles and 100 hours driving, my own bed felt heavenly. I pried my eyes open and made them focus on the figure standing beside my bed. “He ate half of it!” My ten year old’s face…

7 Tips for Traveling Internationally with Children

To learn about how I use affiliate links, feel free to read here __________________________________________________________________________ Our plane touched down last night close to ten. We gathered the four children, and three carry ons and collected our one check in, and hopped in our van. After six days of driving nearly 1,000 miles in Honduras’ rough roads,…