Every Lent, for almost seven years, we've laid out the wreath.  And then nightly during the forty days we've lit the candle, read th...

I thought last night was The Night. The Last Night. Evangeline and I settled into the pillows; she clutched her lovey and whispered, Dar...

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost ov...

A Gift for Mama by Linda Ravin Lodding illustrated by Alison Jay Every once in awhile (all too rarely, it seems) a new children...

Linking this week's ( first ice cream cone ) moment to Soulemama.

My early morning quiet time has been... not so quiet lately. There's a sweet toddler with a beautiful smile that wakens with me and int...

Katie's Wish by Barbara Shook Hazen illustrated by Emily Arnold McCully I know I'm not the only one.  We've all, youn...

Well, it's no surprise that Evangeline loves books. (Favorite corner of the living room.) Books really began to capture her whe...

  Linking this week's ( Eliana says it isn't *work* when we do it together ) moment to Soulemama.

There's no one home but Gideon, the baby, and me.  And we're deliciously close to bedtime so I'd planned to read stories on t...