cape wearing mom and family

Where Does Your Help Come From?

I'm not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night,  I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life. There's one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell…

Running on Empty

Much to my husband's dismay, I rarely put gas in my car until there is nothing short of a prayer left in the tank. I consider it efficient time management as I prioritize the tasks on my list. Getting gas becomes the top "to-do" when the warning light comes on. Until then, I have baseball…

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…

Don’t Take No for an Answer….

When my son gets an idea in his head, you can forget changing his mind. I’ve always admired his persistence even though there are times I’m certain steam rolled from my ears as he just won't take "No" for an answer. The goal of his insistence on one particular occasion was a book he wanted…

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…