Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It's Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts...the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it's also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy... Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I…

Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It's Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts...the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it's also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy... Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I…

The Great Green Goo is No More!

You know those times when your house is eerily quiet and you sense someone somewhere is up to no good? Well I had one of those occasions 8 years ago and I have the green goo stain in the carpet to prove it. One Sunday afternoon we were all enjoying a relaxing  respite from the…

A Black Eye From What?

I was hustling around the kitchen one night and not really listening to the steady stream of words my son was hurling my way. It's not that I was trying to ignore him. Actually, it was quite the opposite. As a finalist for Mother of the Year, I do try to actively participate in these…

Blessed Easter Morn Gone Awry

Colorful center piece for table – check. Easter baskets with appropriate balance of chocolate, sour candy and non edible items – check. New clothes in festive colors for all family members – check. Delicious meal planned – check. Reminding kids of real meaning of Easter – check. Easter photo counseling session for mom – Um,…

I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…

Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my…

Who Am I?

I had just climbed bleachers to watch my daughter’s volleyball practice when I experienced an identity crisis. As crises go it was mild, but as far as questioning the purpose of one’s existence it was intense. First of all, if you’re a mom and your kids plays sports or participate in any other extra-curricular activities,…