I need to admit something: My child acts like a child. I know. Sounds ridiculous to me too. Of course she acts like a child — she is one, after all. Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline drives it far from… Read More →

I’m sitting here on the porch underneath a blanket in the middle of June. And no, I don’t live in a part of the world where it is supposed to be this cold in the summer. Somehow the weather forgot to check the calendar and line itself up according to… Read More →