I love to write. Writing has always been a part of my rhythms, even if it was only in a journal. My husband calls it my therapy; writing is a way for me to process all the thoughts in my head. But there is a reality as a writer; just because there is a love…
The young mom arrives at preschool, holding a check in her hand. Before dropping it into the tuition box, she announces, “this is the last preschool tuition payment I will ever make.” Next school year, her youngest will attend kindergarten, and preschool will be a season seen only in her rearview mirror.May in Kansas marks…
The neighbors’ lawn is lush and green, while our lawn is decorated with dandelions and patches of brown. Clearly, we have some work to do when it comes to lawn maintenance. Everywhere we look, it feels as if we have something we aren’t keeping up with in life. The question “how do they do it…
Hospitality is the attitude and practice of providing the atmosphere and opportunities, however risky, in which strangers are free to become friends, thereby feeling accepted, included, and loved. Steve Clapp In a year where gathering in person around the kitchen table with friends has not been an option, I’ve spent a lot of time reading…
The other day my fifth grader made a statement along the lines of “oh, so you are just a janitor,” which lead to a heated discussion with his older brother. The discussion was around my responsibilities this year at preschool, which due to Covid, require a lot of cleaning. His brother took offense at his…
Driving down the road, I find myself lost in my imagination. While many people are not big fans of long road trips, I love to travel by car. Road trips allow my mind to get lost in stories—so many stories to discover, mostly imagined as we drive through old and new places. Old abandoned buildings,…
