Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch.   The day the fierce packing and moving began, I stopped reading. It was two weeks before I picked up a book again. “Anne of Green Gables” graced my coffee table as an easy read. Before moving, we were focused on Lent, on

Time to Take My Own Advice, Home Edition

As my ball-peen hammer made contact with the nail head, bits of the wall began to spread along its pierced spot. This was no ordinary drywall. Having bent once, I tried again, successfully, and mounted the frame on the wall, minutely adjusting it to a level state according to my

Ask for Help

Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch   He is six. He is the spitting image of his paternal uncle as a child. I suspect he regularly experiences nuclear explosions in his blood for the amount of energy he gives off. The boy bounces, runs, climbs, and speaks at an

Patience is a Virtue…we have to learn again and again

Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch.   “Did it take you a long time to learn to be patient?” My 8-year-old asked. She admitted it was hard to stay patient while we waited for the jousting to begin during the Sonora Celtic Fair. “Patience is a virtue,” the adults

Cultural Touchstones in Lent

Previously Published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch   I hear in the niche world of young, homeschooling, Catholic families, a new buzzword: liturgical living. Liturgical living is a way of bringing traditions of the liturgy into the home with the goal of furthering ones cultural and religious heritage. Societies were


Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch   I ran my finger across the cover of an original Nancy Drew book cover. The edges were neatly trimmed off, the binding removed and, with sharp quality materials, the maker drove holes into the left side and sewed a new binding, with

Stations for Kids – Free ebook

New season, new strengths.   Every year, our family improves a little in our Lenten devotions. It’s been ages since I could pray the Stations of the Cross in the church. Between mealtimes, bedtimes, meltdown times, it just didn’t work. Dissatisfied with the offerings of geometic art, self-centered meditations, and

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