Abby-McDonald Guest Anticipating Grief…

My husband walked the floor with the little cherub. She was perfect. All of our last foster placements were boys. It was a joy to have this doll baby in our home. And we came to serve, not be served. But the truth is, I had wanted a little girl for a long time. Not…

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Here’s how it’s gonna be….

Our four-year-old son Sam is a riot. Perhaps because he is so much younger than our four biological children, he is used to being the center of attention. He is accustomed to his demands and commands being heard and implemented. We all roar laughing when he says, “Wisten to me, here’s how it’s gonna be….…

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By No Means…

Simply stated:  Ugh. When I say we didn’t sleep – we were up from 1:15-6:00 am with a raging lunatic toddler.  What is that?   Do little people not know the agony associated with this enormous gap in normal sleep habits?  Granted, he was … gassy?  Teething? Hates us? And everything we represent? Who knows.…

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World’s Bestest Mom

I wish I was a better mother.  Truly. I don’t say this so you’ll say…”Oh, you’re so great.” In so many ways I am just not that grand. For starters, I am a yeller. One time, in a counseling session (whatever if you don’t go to counseling bravo for you and yours) a kid said,…

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A Design More Grand

Have you forgotten about an ambition you had, a dream?
He hasn’t…

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An Open Letter to the Makers of Toddler Television: We are still in here….

At 4:00 am I turned on Color Crew.  I had been up all night with “The Vandals” our two and four-year-old sons. I finally gave up and put them on the couch. We ate pop-tarts and drank coffee. Don’t start with me.  We were out of juice and milk, and they were thirsty.  I gave…

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Dear Donald and Hillary,

Here is the deal…  I don’t really care for either of you. Furthermore, I don’t really care…  this is a shame. I used to care. When Bill was elected I cried myself to sleep. I vowed to never have children and I thought that we would soon fall off the planet. He reminded me of…

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I love bad words…

  A little person came to me to report that another little person had said the “A” word. I marched upstairs. “Why would you say the ‘A’ word?” I griped. The little person was already in tears. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I was so frustrated with him, and it just flew out of my mouth.”…

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Jesus and Leg Shaving: For Such a Time is This

I shave my legs every single time I get wet. It is an obsessive compulsive act. The rest of my appearance can be a hot mess. My legs are shaved. Recently, as I wandered through a department store and I cringed as I observed the whimsical sundresses, shorts, flowing blouses, and oh, please not yet,…

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Once Upon a Time…

Once upon a time, There was a young maiden, er… uh… well, actually she was 77-years-old.  And she had never been married. Ever. The maiden is Fayrene Clark, Reverend Fayrene Clark-Reese to be precise. I met Fayrene at Mt. Hermon this year, she is now 80-years-old.  And she is who I want to be when…

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