lessons from a life half lived
Not long ago, to bless our oldest child, I drove her Honda Civic to the carwash down the street. So there I was, popping quarters into the pay-to-vacuum machine, crashing her floor mats together like cymbals, and enthusiastically q-tipping her coin holder slots. Soon after, a twenty-something boy parked next to me. When the vacuum’s roar petered out, he sauntered… Continue Reading…
Not a week goes by that someone doesn’t rave to me or Tony-Bear about how great our kids are. Honestly, I don’t think we can claim all the credit. Besides our efforts, I feel two additional factors were at play. 1) They’re really great kids, and 2) I believe our faith has a lot to do with it. And we… Continue Reading…
(by Karin Fuller) While driving home from a day-long bike ride recently, I caught myself feeling weirdly happy. A singing-along-with-the-radio kind of happy. It occurred to me it had been ages since I’d last felt so thoroughly up. The previous year had been especially rough; had included the painful end of an engagement and a move to a new apartment… Continue Reading…
(Note: This post contains Amazon affiliate links. Any pennies earned will go towards college educations, weddings, and writing expenses.) Let’s get one thing straight. You people who call me, “Hummingbird on Acid?” I’m not on acid. And you people who give coffee all the credit? You’re wrong too. My tendency to flit hither and yon, sing snippets of songs, and… Continue Reading…
