I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Don’t get me wrong–I like carving pumpkins, making caramel apples, and coming up with fun costumes for me...

I apologize for my long lapse in blog posts. (All really great adoption blogs eventually have a post that begins like that, by the way....

(A Sequel to “Grace Abounds at the Water Park”) On Saturday, I took the kids to Lake Winnie, self-described as “The South’s Favorite...

I’ve always been an emotional person. It’s just part of who I am. So what’s the logical activity for an emotional cry baby like me who is...

Growing up I was like most kids, flitting from one career path to another. I wanted to cut hair or bake pies or be an acrobat in the...

Hello. My name is Abby and I’m a people-pleaser. If you’ve spent much time with me or others from my tribe (or you are also a fellow...

In certain circumstances it may be just as satisfying to be the runner-up as being named the winner. For instance, according to the...

When I was in middle and high school, my older sister had the coolest best friend. She over-flowed with a bubbly confidence. Her constant...

(This is an homage to one of my favorites books, Alexander’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, but I’ve tricked it...

When Spring Break rolled around last week, we were faced with five whole weekdays with no work or school but also no plans. Though we...

A few nights ago, I awoke to the sight of my daughter Ella standing by my side of the bed fully dressed, wet hair combed, and ready for...

After waking up my son Knox for school this morning, we lingered a while in his bed discussing possible ways to make his bedroom more...

I wept into my Kleenex as I watched the cast of Les Miserables on the Oscars a few weeks ago. They sang a medley of three songs:...

It’s so easy to complain. That’s what I was thinking during the forty-five minutes I spent cutting hair that had wound itself around the...

We received some aggravating news about our son’s pending adoption last week. While I waited outside the dressing room for my husband to...

Prologue Amelia hadn’t seen another car on the two-lane country highway for fifteen minutes. She did see a tractor coming from the...

With just a few exceptions, I hate to exercise. I don’t do aerobic classes because I’m clumsy and can’t remember my left from my right....

Lately I’ve been hooked on British television show called “Call the Midwife.” If you like post-WWII era clothes and music, East End...

There’s nothing funnier than an embarrassing story–even if it’s about me—as long as I get to tell it. There’s nothing more humiliating...

No matter who you are or what you’re capable of, there’s someone out there who has a talent that you envy at least a little bit. Maybe...

‘Tis the season for receiving Christmas cards. For the most part, I really love to see photos and read updates of friends from the...

There are plenty of things to stress over when it comes to parenting: multiplication tables and table manners, vitamin deficiency and...

A few months ago, my son had a brain scan to attempt to discover the reason for his migraines (By the way, it was inconclusive. But in...

If you’ve ever wondered if age is relative, ask a kindergartener how old he thinks you are. This is hilarious fun. If he’s a meditative...