Most of you know I'm a former military wife, so my heart remains tender to the special joys and challenges our military families experience.
Because I lived in DC during the 9-11-01 terrorist attacks, the anniversary holds special meaning for me. It was my great honor to gather several stories from others who experienced that day in a personal way and include them in
It's been a busy summer! Kimberly Drew and I have been hard at work on the devotional book for parents of children with special needs children. I'm pretty much done with my portion of the writing so I can focus on my next project for the month of August.
As we've been talking about what this month was like in Gettysburg in 1863, I ran across this blog post which originally was published in 2013, just a few weeks after Widow of Gettysburg released. It's worth sharing again today.
Last week, I took my six-year-old son in to have his cast removed and replaced with a new one for the final three weeks of his healing. I didn't think it would hurt. Boy, was I wrong. Between the old cast and the new cast, they x-rayed his arm to make sure the bones were still in good alignment.
The kids and I wanted to do something really memorable for the last day of school a couple of weeks ago. Mission accomplished: my 6-year-old son broke his arm when he jumped out of a swing and landed wrong.