Secrets. Skeletons in closets. Dirt swept under the rug.

Whatever you want to call it, many people have something they don’t want others to know. Many times the issue is minor, a miscommunication or mistake easily forgiven. Other times the consequences, if revealed, wou...

When I was a little girl I was afraid of the dark. I hated going to the basement at night, sure hands would reach out from under the open stairs and pull me through. For whatever reason, I believed monsters lived in the dark and waited to devour little girls.

I made sur...

Hurricane Florence is on the way, and I have a plan.

I live fifty miles inland in South Carolina, at the blue dot on the map. The cars have full tanks of gas, the camper is loaded with fuel and water, and the freezer is attached to the generator.

Eventually we will lose...

You may have seen a commercial on television that depicts the first day of school, and as the children exit the school buses, parents line the sidewalk and give the students high-fives, cheer them on, and clap.

One mother clutches her hand to her chest as her child walk...

Money is tight everywhere. Most families are living from one paycheck to the next. In today’s inflated economy, income often does not meet the normal everyday expenses of raising a family.

My church also struggles to meet its budget. I’m not saying we cannot pay our bil...

I skimmed Facebook today and noticed the number of first-day-of-school pictures. Ah, the time-honored tradition of recording the monumental moments in our lives.

A new school year represents a fresh beginning. A clean slate. A chance to move forward. Dressed in new outf...

Sometimes I see myself as a kite, someone seeking adventure but needing to remain tethered to the ground.

I get bored easily, and often am eager to go gadding about looking for something new. But even so, at the end of the day I need to go home. I want my bed, my kitche...

Recently we celebrate our youngest child’s birthday. Let me tell you about her birth.

My husband Paul and I bought a large house with the intent of filling it with laughing voices and tiny feet. We both wanted several children, but having more than our one biological ch...

Hurting people hurt others. Let the hurting stop with me!

This is a picture of my first grandchild. He just turned 16. I remember his birth, his first step, his first day of school. I remember all the silly things he did (and does). I have watched the sixteen years fly by.

Soon he will graduate and go to college. Have I done m...