A Gift to Myself—Lindsay’s Welcome Letter

A Gift to Myself—Lindsay’s Welcome Letter

It’s been years. YEARS. But I still vividly remember pouring my heart out onto the pages of my journal or furiously typing out my feelings on Microsoft Word in the upstairs wing of the library. I can picture me sitting there on a wooden chair—intently focused—the sun...
4 Ways to Stay Connected to Your Preteen

4 Ways to Stay Connected to Your Preteen

This July, my oldest daughter will turn 13. I can remember the way she and I would snuggle on the single couch our little family of three had in the tiny apartment we started out in like it was only a year ago. Now, we are a family of five, she is the oldest of three...
The Paradox of Pain and Parenting

The Paradox of Pain and Parenting

While trudging through the snow carrying my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter to her Little Ranchers class in 20-degree weather this morning, I noted the burn in my hamstrings. The soreness has been lingering since the last time I trudged in the cold, several days...