I’m slowly gathering the eating things: high chair tray, spoons, bibs, food stuffs. I’m tagging, highlighting, dog-earing and underlining my chosen baby feeding books (namely this, this, and this). But…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
I sat in front of my computer last night with iPhoto open and scrolling. This is a bad idea. Bad idea for a mama with a cold and lack of…
I’ve been wanting to write about joy. I think the dictionary has the definition of “joy” wrong, and far be it from me to drop a little email to Old…
This is a true story. Once there was a Mama who had a rather enjoyable daughter. The daughter loved to play, and she wasn’t particularly fond of dealing with messes.…
The missionary dropped his Bible, pages splaying and a cover splicing off as neatly as a carved slice of roast. It was the type of Bible whose cover appears to…
This post is lovingly ghost-written by Big Friend so an exhausted Beth could take a much-needed day off. In Western Pennsylvania and Eastern Ohio, high school football rules Friday night…