Recently my girls discovered nail art. Up until this point they’d been completely content with one color per nail and it made being the mother of three girls easy. We picked a color. We painted. We moved on. Then Hannah’s preschool teacher showed up with watermelon nails and it upped… Read More →

Six people and all of our detritus for a month fit snuggly into the once-new-to-us suburban — that in two years of our vigorous use has become rusty, old. We belted songs, loud, and listened to books and counted hawks on telephone wires all the way across middle America. All of us… Read More →

As a Mother of Daughters I know two things: 1. I need Jesus to show me the way. 2. We need each other to walk together. This is why Mothers of Daughters exists. I need constant reminders to keep looking to the Lord for wisdom, strength, and grace for all… Read More →