I have a thing for barns. Most weekends, back roads are our choice for getting to soccer, and if I’m lucky enough to be a passenger...

I had my littlest with me on this quick grocery run. It was one of those steamy summer days where you don’t want to accidentally step off...

He was relaxing on our mauve hand-me-down couch, watching our fancy new 19” television — a wedding gift we were giddy about. I was...

We were having our very orange-y hardwood floors redone. If you’ve done it, you know, it’s a whole thing. I stood there, holding a...

I’d had nightmares about it, but in 25 years, it hadn’t happened. Until it did. My oldest son and I were sitting in my...

My brother suspiciously disappeared around the time the cookie jar went missing. He was five, I was seven, and while there was no hard...

An Introduction to the Hear Him Louder Essay Series I just thought that Jesus was a decision I made that one time when I was five. I had...

The shepherds had to decide: Guard the sheep or see the Lamb? In the middle of their must’s, they chose to be still.

But one person stayed present in a conversation where the obvious answer was “no" and made room.

I started wondering how it’s all going to fit together this year. How do I check off all the must’s, but balance all of the maybe’s?

Whether he likes or not (he doesn’t), my middle son unloads the dishwasher every day. Last week, as he was stretching to put a serving...

The sun reached forward, adorning the tops of trees and tips of houses in gold. I needed to be out in it, to feel on my face and my...

The afternoon sun reached through the window, shining on my morning coffee. The day had passed without me. I pretended to not think about...

Really, it doesn't matter whether she was right or wrong. What matters is who I was in response.

It wasn’t necessarily a deception, but it felt like it. We’d been led to believe something that would change our family forever —...

My mom took my brother and I to a park in a neighboring town that was much bigger than our little burg. I remember how its decorative,...

When my middle son was in preschool, one of the moms made a superhero cape and matching mask for each preschooler in the class. Every...

Once upon a time, I worked for an Ivy League university near Boston, where my job was to interview and write about students and faculty...

I saw her, but I didn’t really see her. I was loading my groceries into the back of my car, hurrying. It was almost dinner time and I...

Photos by Pam Scott, @pjscott6 It’s a Thursday morning in August, 2006. I finish vacuuming, because when you’re selling a house, you...

It never fails. When spring offers its long-awaited warmer temps and my boys burst outside, slopping through the softening gunk and mud,...

Let’s talk about what just happened. Remember December? We taught our kids about Jesus' birth, we did the advent calendar, we bought the...

I’m nearly damaging my steering wheel with my anxious gripping, waiting for the red light to turn. My middle son is lacing his soccer...

Summer closes on my 13th year as a mama. After I see my three boys off to school, and I’m left with my first moments of quiet since May...