Our children love playing cards. I try to carry a deck of cards with me wherever I go, and they have saved me many times.

Last weekend we went to a baby shower for friends who are expecting a baby girl. I was supposed to write down a piece of advice for the parents-to-be, and I could not think of a single thing to say.

I’ve never been to the Emerald Isle. But throughout my childhood, my mother made sure my siblings and I knew we were Irish.

For weeks now, I have been looking for a container to gather the small victories my colleagues and I celebrate in the office.

Dr. Seuss was born 114 years ago today! In honor of his birthday, let’s do this in rhyme….

A batch of cookies. There’s nothing extraordinary about it. But sometimes when you feel you can do nothing, you look for one small thing you can do.

I realized I’m a very uneven party thrower. I go way over the top ordering stickers to make Hershey kisses into Dog kisses, but I don’t start food prep for the party until about an hour before guests arrive.

Today we start the Year of the Dog, which is somehow much more exciting than the rooster or the goat. We are all quite excited about it.

It’s such a simple thing. It’s not particularly creative. And the intentions are spilling over onto our table.

Those signs of love, and Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice and expression of love, tell us even more about the Giver and our relationship with Him than the paper valentines my sons will sign and deliver.