Yes, flopped cake, because that is the ultimate stamp of motherhood. If you haven’t cried about a flat attempt at baking glory, you’re not a real mom yet!
The flopped cake on my book cover wants to put you at ease: Here, on this page, there is grace for flopped cakes and all the...
Today was one of those Sundays I dread: the ones when I have to cook for visitors. I am working my way through a seemingly endless list of possible ways to mess up a meal. I have done overcooking, undercooking, forgetting to switch on the oven, letting things boil over onto the oven’s...
My son was about two. That says enough if you know about two year olds. It says my life was spinning out of control, my blood pressure was probably high most of the time and my son’s life was not always safe in my hands. This comes with the territory. What also comes with the territory is a...
Allow me to take a step out of my mom suit into my office suit for today’s musing about grace in the workplace. It’s been bothering me for a while that there is a chasm between workplace values and the ones we applaud when we’re in our “spiritual mode.” Could we as...
am deeply touched each Easter by messages about the death of Christ through which we now live by grace. Our host in Tennessee just read an amazing article by John Ortberg (from his book “Who is this Man?”) about Easter Saturday. What was the purpose of the day? He explains it so...
ust write. Stay away from computer stuff. Leave the crazy dreams to the experts. You’re not a business woman.
I keep telling myself these thing, but I keep not listening to good advice. I dabble in computer stuff without any adequate skills. My company does, I should say. We write...
