The challenge for us might be to trust God, knowing that he wants what’s best for us and that he knows us better than we know ourselves.

My niece, Elise, challenged me to write this week’s 7 Quick Takes in sonnet form. April is National Poetry Month, after all. I think she believes—and rightly so—that I turn too often to limericks. And I do love a challenge.

“Mom I am.Oh, Mom I am. I love to be just Mom I am. What’s that? Here comes a quarantine? But what could all that home time mean?” “Here comes the schoolwork—there’s a lot. So make sure that each day you plot.” “I’m teaching math? And ELA? Can’t we just let the kids go play?” […]

Here are a few tips if you find yourself starting your own home salon.

Holy Saturday is such a powerful day. It’s a day of quiet. A day of transition. Today we stand between the sorrow of Good Friday and the joy of Easter. It is a peaceful, hopeful, expectant day.

Somehow in this time of anxiety and indefinite quarantine, when so much seems uncertain, we seem to be primed for those moments of happy discovery—those moments when we see how much we are loved by God and by others.

We’ve waited. We’ve watched. And the bird feeder has hung there, full of seeds no one was eating.

Let’s find small and simple ways to walk with Jesus this Holy Week.

Happy National Poetry Month!

We could never get enough of Tomie dePaola’s illustrations and stories. But what he has left behind for us will have to be enough to read over and over again.