Jody
Jody hid in the hills of Missouri until her husband, Caleb, rescued her and made her a Mrs . . . at least that’s the story he tells. A mere four years in and they’ve added a brilliant, big-hearted boy, Jude(2010) and an equally endearing, Oliver(2013) to their family. Still pretty amazed at the fact that she grew too tiny humans when she can’t even keep a rubber tree plant alive, Jody recently stopped traveling with a ministry conference team to stay at home and rough and tumble around with her boys. She loves Jesus, coffee, and big sunglasses, and keeps her inner gypsy alive by traveling whenever she gets the chance.
What the Hell Is Normal? Keeping Developmental Challenges in Perspective
It stands out to me as one of the milestone memories of my high school career. More than any pep rally or school assembly, I remember the day the girl with down syndrome stood...
The Summer of YES
I hibernate during the winter. Could sleep for days, weeks maybe, if it weren’t for all the obligations like, say, feeding children or making sure the electric bill gets paid. I get grumpy when...
Packing for a Beach Vacation with Littles
The ocean stretches out for miles and miles in front of me, so expansive that I can still see it when I close my eyes. I finish the chapter in my book and fold...
Finding Time in the Couch Cushions
New moms often ask me how I have time to do the things I love, and the truth is:
I don’t.
I know the old adage. We’ve all been given the same 24 hours in a day.
But...
The Night I Punched My Child (Learning to Roll with the Punches-Literally)
OK. Before you reach for the phone to call the authorities, I didn’t really punch my child. I did, however, push him backwards towards his pillow, which was much closer to the wall than...
Why I Don’t Like Mother’s Day
I’m not a fan of most bank holidays--Columbus Day, Washington’s Birthday, the holidays that mean business doesn’t run as usual, but no need to fire up the grill. I also am not particularly fond...
Who Are You? On Keeping Your Identity as Mom and More
Having one kid is hip. You can still attend most of the same functions, perfectly dressed baby in tow, lament over the sleep deprivation, but still take 479 pictures a month to prove what...