Dear Caleb,  

Today at the beach you dug a cavernous hole, then asked your friends to bury you in it.  The only thing sticking out was your handsome face.  Looking back I think how well your sandy tomb must compare to being the oldest child in our house full of strong-willed boys.  

Absolutely fed up at times.  Up to your neck!  I get it.

There is a time and a purpose for everything under Heaven.  A time for quiet and rest, and a time for sleeplessness and chaos; there is a time for constant correction, and I know it seems it will never end, but the time will come to an end; today is the time for training, but there will come a tomorrow when we release them who have been trained... and watch, trust, and celebrate. &#...

How sweet are your words to my taste!

Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

(Psalm 119:103)

My red leather-bound Bible could tell a thousand tales — not only sto...

I think about, talk about, write about scones... a lot!  I serve them to family and friends every chance I get, sure that they will love my scones with the same measure of passion I do.  And they do.  

Just the other day I spent a few moments doing what any normal, scone loving foodie might find herself doing on a lovely summer afternoon... I wrote a haiku.  

Everyone tries

Today was not unlike any other day, complete with the high pitched whine of roll after roll of SCOTCH TAPE!  My middle-est son, Brody, outdid himself today.  "Mama, check out my wicked Wolverine costume."

As I took this photo this afternoon I remembered another post all about Scotch Tape... and one of our more challenging days.

(AUGUST 2011)

On the last day of the bo...