I asked my Facebook followers for a little writing inspiration. If they posted one picture or GIF, I committed to writing a flash fiction story to go along with it. My first bit of inspiration came from Megan Dawson. I wish I could make you all laugh as much as this GIF makes me laugh. … More Flash Fiction: Got Those Mom Moves
When you were four years old, playing on the beach, you ran to me. “Mommy! I found some shells!” I hurried over and looked, expecting to see a few common cockle shells in your hand. I couldn’t believe it. In the flat of your palm was a sand dollar. A tiny thing no bigger than … More Dear Daughter, I’m Sorry for the Broken Pieces
Levi, my two-year-old, crawled up beside me while I was writing in my journal a few days ago. He points to the place I’m writing. “Yours?” “You book?” I nod. He scoots closer and watches as I write in my leather bound journal that I bought on a trip to Italy several years ago. I’m … More Scribbling in God’s Book of Life
My two-year-old has a radar for the sound of the dishwasher opening. His running feet slap on the hardwood, and I try not to cringe. Because let’s face it, some jobs…most jobs are easier without little helpers who put the bowls in wrong-side-down and in the wrong spaces. But, here he comes. “I hep you! … More Little Hands, Mighty Helpers: Why Kids Need Chores
I’ve been discussing the difficulty of change lately. Challenges, barriers, complexities. Today, I want to take a moment and remind us all of the simple elements of change, the power of consistency, and how small things become big things. So the question is, can a cup of coffee change your life? Some of you know … More How A Cup of Coffee Changed My Marriage
Wow. I began this blogging journey eight months ago. As I am coming up on the year anniversary of Hope Perch, I have been thinking and praying about how I can best serve my readers in 2017. My fiction projects are still underway. I am praying for open doors and God’s direction and timing on … More New Things On the Horizon at Hope Perch
The Christmas season is drawing near. Here is the story of an ADHD child’s struggle to make Santa’s good list. I hope it challenges us all on how we think about the Christmas season. I was driving the kids home from their gymnastics class one early October day. It had been a rough day. … More A Christmas Question from an ADHD Child: Have I Been Good Enough?
Confession: I feel like a huge dork sharing this video. It wasn’t intended for public consumption. But, this video really isn’t about me. It’s a moment to connect with other moms balancing childrearing and professional aspirations. It’s a moment to laugh.
I’ve been feeling a little dried up in the inspiration department over the past few days. After trying out a few posts, none really felt right for the day. My three-year-old daughter, Ellie, was prancing around my desk this afternoon when I turned to her and said, “Ellie-girl, tell me. What should I write today?”
There’s poetry in watching a person you love fall asleep.
It was a calm afternoon, big brother was at preschool, little brother was sleeping, and Ellie was perched on a counter-stool eating lunch. I had ventured into the princess’s lair, rather her “house-room” as she calls her little domain. I can’t quite remember what I was looking for as I waded through piles from her … More Don’t Push My Buttons
My husband, Justin, held the Nerf gun that had already left an angry red welt on my side, aggravation mode in high gear. That thing is the devil’s Nerf gun. It feels like getting shot close range with a paintball gun. Justin pointed the Nerf gun at me. I aimed a death glare in return. … More He’d Take A Bullet For Me
I want to start by saying it’s NEVER my intention to stir pots or poke wounds, but I also recognize the inevitability of unintentionally offending someone because I walk in a land full of hurting people who’ve been through horrible experiences. I fear you can’t hear my tone, my compassion, or my aching heart through … More Serpent-Doves Among Wolves
Not your average product review…. I love having clean floors. The entire house can be in cluttered disarray, but if the floors are clean I feel okay about life. With three small kids and a golden retriever, I’m fairly certain I could make keeping my floors clean a full-time occupation. When my husband asked me … More The Day a Robot Came to Play
We obviously didn’t want to return from vacation. We made two overnight pit-stops on the way home. One in Fort Walton for some beach play, and then one in Birmingham, or “Neighborham” as Ellie called it.