Susan's Blog

“Pop, pop, pop,” 8-year-old Liam and Asabella joyously exclaimed as they jumped up and down in the kitchen, mimicking the buttered...

In walked my 5-year-old, towheaded baby girl wearing a Depeche Mode t-shirt, with a Band-Aid stuck to her left shoulder on the outside of...

On Christmas Eve morning, I observed my husband, Jason, grabbing a bank box from our storage space and heading out the side door, saying...

As I lay there sprawled out on my back half-way down the bowling alley with my arms flailing every which way, wishing I could be anywhere...

I was a reluctant mother. The idea of motherhood was terrifying. As a child, playing with dolls was a piece of cake – I had complete...

So it was a very familiar scene during 3rd grade P.E. at St. John's Lutheran School. A class of 23 students had to be divided into two...