I have a confession: Sunday morning, after my usual slow moving, coffee and protein bite, I only lasted about 30 minutes into the morning before engaging in an argument with one of my kids. I mean, he was certainly wrong. But so was my reaction. …
A conversation with a friend at the park this week turned up the heat on a dilemma already simmering in my mind. Growing up in the church I was repeatedly exposed to the idea that men are supposed to be the spiritual leaders of the …
I don’t know how May snuck out the back door so quickly but June is already unpacked and throwing a confetti of school events and pre-summer shenanigans in the Burr house. I’m trying to squeeze a couple extra doctors appointments, coffee dates, and writing deadlines …
There’s a saying that goes, “Don’t count your chickens before they’ve moved out of your house to live on their own.” (OK…so that’s not the phrase exactly, but it SHOULD be.) Sometimes I buy into the lie that parenting is a linear climb that’s supposed …
Angry little voices broke the veil between reality and whatever vague dream my sleepy mind wandered in. I yelled one of those pointless things we say as parents when we our plans don’t include dealing with petty and ridiculous now or ever. “Everyone just work it out!” I scanned …