As parents, we are constantly seeking to protect our children’s hearts. That’s one reason I try to teach my daughter about dressing modestly. But I am often left wondering what I should be teaching my son. Modesty for boys seems Continue reading
I have a confession. I have been wearing a lot of jeans this winter. My skirts don’t always keep out the chill, so I’d rather be comfortable than shivering. But I still feel I can look feminine in jeans. Here Continue reading
I was picking up a prescription at a chain retailer this weekend when I go distracted by the clearance racks. How I love the clearance racks!
I’ve talked briefly in the past how peer pressure can affect a child’s clothing choices. A brand-name sweater here and a pair of shoes there certainly seem harmless. But what about when your child wants to emulate the friends that Continue reading
A few years ago, I found my first gray hair. I plucked it out immediately. Its descendants have finally thus year to avenge its demise. But I don’t care. Tiny lines have started forming around my eyes; they don’t bother Continue reading
Growing up, I guess you could have called me a tomboy. It was no surprise; I had boys my ages in the houses on both sides of me. I could often be found climbing trees, catching lizards, and playing in Continue reading
I know some people may think that once the bedroom door shuts, that modesty is off the table. Why should it be? Respect for ourselves and for our husbands does not end in the bedroom. In fact, that is the Continue reading
W has always been appreciative of clothing. Give her a new dress and a toy, and she’ll immediately put on the dress. I’ve made her some special outfits, but I thought she might like to have an outfit that matches Continue reading
As you may have notice, we’ve been having an extreme heat wave–and it’s only June! I don’t know how I’m going to deal with the humidity and heat come August. I can’t deal with the heat very well, so we’ve Continue reading
Every so often–usually during the summer–I get the hankering to chop off my hair. It had gotten really long this time, so I figured I could donate to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children with medical Continue reading