By the Way

When I look out the window, I see a gloomy haze of smog.  The sun has barely attempted to rise; the nearby mountains may as well not exist. ...

It’s hard to get through the Christmas story without talking about sex. We’ve already talked about these things, so the ideas aren’t a surpr...

Contrary to all previous experiences, I am strangely optimistic about health concerns. I said, “You should get it checked out, but surely...

The paparazzi  The other day Juliana’s 7 year old friend was over.  As I was trying to get the internet to work so I could play a video ...

The purple cabbage I used to demonstrate layers of grief This month’s calendar is filled with notes of all the people who are leaving. ...

I have a picture in my head of what homeschool should look like.  You know, that picture on the front of textbooks or homeschool websites.  ...

Whenever I doubt that I am teaching my kids good theology, we have conversations that completely confirm my doubts: Nadia (3) picks up a ...

The view washing dishes at our friends' house.  We go down this road almost every day.  On clear days we can see the nearby mountains ...

“So how do you feel about going back?” It’s a reasonable question, and I appreciate people asking.  It’s also one of those stupidly diffic...

I have never been into New Years Resolutions. In lieu of resolutions, a few years ago I jumped on the One Word bandwagon, where you choose o...