The world, and the technology in it, is evolving. Self-driving cars are rolling in, robots are stocking Amazon shelves, and computers are working their way up the corporate ladder. We tend to approach change like a round of “Pop Goes the Weasel,” cautiously and with all systems firing so that when it does burst in on us, we can be ready. We look at the predictions for the price of college in five or 10 …

Summer beckons you outdoors. It waves from open windows and whispers, “Come play.” It’s easy to throw swimsuits and t-shirts on the kids and launch them into the big wide open. Autumn, though, takes a bit more effort: one more layer of clothing, a little less daylight, a little more scheduling around homework. But nature is a necessary part of our existence. It’s the reset button we all need for our minds and bodies, and …

Unless you are an immigrant or the child of immigrants, the move from one country to another can be a hard thing for kids to understand. The transplanting of a life is about more than just a physical shift. It’s about holding onto one’s culture, ideals, and heritage during a shift onto new soil, and it’s no small thing. In honor of such a move, here are 15 books to help your child grasp what …

PSALM 34:17-18 The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. 18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. PSALM 62:8 Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. I heard a sermon a few weeks ago on worship and a bit of it has stuck with me. I always think of the singing part of …

It’s happening. The thing you thought would never come has come. We’re back to school. Pools are closing. Backpacks are fattening up with things to be done. Buses are rounding the corners like jumbo jets ready to take your kids up and away to higher learning. And on those mornings as you stand at the end of your road and wave them off, the air is just a degree or two cooler and you feel …

Hey moms, let’s talk! Over a glass of wine, or not. The whole wine-mom thing is out of control. Not the drinking per say, although that’s another topic for another day, but the idea of it. This idea that we moms are surviving on wine, caffeine, and chocolate to get us through our happily-harried lives is a myth, an airbrushed reality that only the likes of Facebook and Instagram can manage. We all get it. …

Now that autumn draws near, the fall bucket lists on every Pinterest page are starting to fill up. School is back in session. Pumpkin spice everything is everywhere. Scarves and boots are on the racks. Football drafts are in the works. Crockpots are creeping out of the pantry. There’s another layer fall brings for a parent of a child with special needs. There are considerations to be made that don’t fit with the standard protocol. …

GENESIS 3:8 Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day…” It was a Sunday and we were on our way home from church. It’s a good thirty-minute drive through farmland past hay bales and cows and horses to which the kids yell out “cow!” and “horse!” every single time, despite the fact that this is not a rare thing. We …

Well, here’s our first day of school picture…three days late. Let me explain. The twins had a first day of a sort-of preschool last week (also didn’t get a picture). It’s like starter school for three-year-olds. And then on their second day, Jonas pooped. Everybody poops, right? Apparently not everybody poops at school. Because I got a phone call that maybe just maybe I should keep him home for two weeks and really “knock out” …

The NICU is not the place you go to meet people. It’s an intensive care unit, not Cheers. Chances are, if you’re here, it’s a high-pressure situation. The background noise is beeps and buzzes and the whooshing of air in and out of ventilators. There’s a clicking, too, a “tck, tck, tck” of the feeding pumping, counting down the milliliters of milk and vitamins dripping down tubes and into bellies. This is not the soundtrack …