Lately, Flyboy and I have taken to watching a new rehabbing show, partly because we have spent the past five years giving new life to an old house.  The latest[…]

There are plenty of things to complain about as we age.  Trying unsuccessfully to remember a word happens to me almost daily and is utterly maddening.  Like all of us,[…]

Sometimes life throws us a curve ball, causing us to stop and face the facts: we are getting older and time is growing short.

We are on a “shake down cruise” this week, which is a nautical term describing that first outing when all of a ship’s functions are tested. We are at a[…]

I’m in my third trimester, on the fast track to eternal life, and for the remainder of my time here, I want to hear from, commune with, rest in, and follow Jesus like never before.

My finger poised over the send button, I paused, took a deep breath, and waited. Though Flyboy was urging me to press it, I wasn’t sure I could do it.[…]

(This is second half of a two-part post. Click here for part one.) …and so I stepped up to the coffee table. “We can do this,” I said.  “Hang on,”[…]

It hit me for the first time when I was 42.  My hair was becoming this non-color, even worse than a dishwater blonde and all of a sudden, I had[…]

Last week, we talked about the importance of momma self-care in these challenging days of Covid. Between juggling work/school/family, it’s hard for mommas to remember to stop and rest.  My[…]