As my 10-year-old son and I were chatting about Mother’s Day, we created this song.

Gov. Larry Hogan had declared Saturday Healthcare Heroes Day, and the Blue Angels and Thunderbirds would be flying over as a thank you to those serving on the front lines in the pandemic.

Some days you’re trying to get something done when you hear a terrible crash in the kitchen. You come running and see that your son just spilled sugar cubes all over the floor.

Do you know much about St. Louis de Montfort?

As I turned the switch, the lamp started falling over onto my arm. I caught it and realized there were bits and pieces of the base spread all over the floor.

National Poetry Month will be coming to a close soon, so these 7 takes are written in 7 different poetic forms.

God’s fingerprints are everywhere, and this spring I spot gift after gift from our Creator. The greatest gift, of course, is today.

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?” […]