Seasons are passing, All around me, people I knew as children are hitting middle age. For the most part, their emotional and relational...

Here we are. It’s a weekday evening, kids are in bed, chores done, and we have one precious hour together. But quiet, uninterrupted time...

Sometimes I feel like a little, translucent jellyfish, alone in a deep, blue sea. And then other times, I feel like an unsuspecting...

Just a little potty humor.

Kids in the Kitchen