My cell phone rang on Monday morning while I was working at a client’s office. “Lori, can you meet me at home? I’ve just been let go from my job.” I packed up and got in the car and started to drive, my heart pounding, my mind racing…then the tears started, and I began to pray. Just the previous Sunday afternoon, Del and I had been talking...

‘I AM SUPERWOMAN!’ Or at least I was, or thought I was until more and more of the ‘soup’ started sloshing over the rim of the bowl. I had good training to be superwoman. My grandparents were immigrants from Europe and both grandmothers worked hard and constantly in the mining areas of Pennsylvania. My mother worked in a factory until...

"A grandmother's special calling is to pray and to be a fellow worker in the battle in which her children or her grandchildren are engaged." ~ Elisabeth Elliott. "There is nothing like a grandmother to love you and accept you."  ~ Anne Graham Lotz We were having dessert with some friends and I shared with them my passion about grandparents having...

Whenever I start a sentence with the words, "Tonight's homework is", I know it will be met with moaning and groaning. I am never surprised by my students' attitude toward extra assignment. In fact, I can even sympathize with them. After all, they have been cooped up in my classroom all day doggedly working sums and sounding out new words. It seems...

I wanted each of the girls to be comfortable with change, to learn to take change in stride. I knew that Lara and Julie's independent lives would have many examples of change, some predictable, like seasonal or developmental, and some that seemed to come without warning. I wanted each of them to be somewhat comfortable with change, to take change...

Ever wonder what happened to the family dinner hour? Or for that matter the family dinner half hour? Monday is Soccer Practice, Tuesday is Piano lesson, Wednesday is Church Activities, Thursday is a Soccer Game, Friday a birthday party  to attend. A number of events will fill up the weekend. Do you feel like a professional scheduler and taxi driver?...

Dear Mr. Dad: When our now-18-month-old son was born, my husband and I thought he’d be a wonderful playmate for his big brother. Instead, our older child seems to hate his baby brother—the two of them yell at each other, snatch each other’s toys, and fight all the time. I’m actually afraid my older one might do some serious damage to the...