Open Window

My mother and I still laugh about how she bought the dresses before we were even engaged—and without me or any of the hypothetical future bridesmaids there.

You give your whole life, your whole self, to each other every day—and you accept the gift of your spouse in return.

As coronavirus spreads around China and starts to reach other parts of the world, we need to be on guard not to let fear of a new disease translate into racist comments and actions against Asian-Americans.

It’s past bedtime, and our little boy should be asleep. But when I go to check on him, his mind is too full to sleep.

Every morning is the same. We’re hurrying through breakfast and lunch-packing and shoe-finding and rushing to get out the door to get to school.

There were tears as people shared memories and spoke about what the past year has been like. But there were also smiles. There was peace. And there was connection—with God and with one another.

I don’t really know what’s going on with this whole #Megxit situation—though I have to admit I am a fan of the hashtag. I just wanted to let you know, you’re not alone.

Our pediatrician once told our children that you need to try a new food 16 or 17 times before you can decide that you don’t like it.