Outside my open classroom windows, an early spring day unfolded, leaves poised to burst with verdant effort. Inside, my third-graders settle into the afternoon session, following recess. They’re still drowsy from their immersion in fresh air when I ask them to get out their reading books. When I discovered the novel unit for The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe in our whole language curriculum, I fell on it like rain in April. Instead of having them read with their groups as

How can it be spring of my son’s kindergarten year already? Since I teach in my children’s school, I’ve encouraged their teachers to ignore me and pretend I’m just another staff member. Despite that, Alex’s wonderful teacher, Mrs. McCloy, has come to me in the hallway suppressing laughter on multiple occasions. He’s a talker. Has been since he was just a baby, surprising his doctor with full sentences. Fortunately, he hasn’t told too many family secrets in class. The worst wa

It’s the final night of our cake decorating class. I’m so happy I convinced my teenage daughter to come with me—I’m storing up every minute of the precious time we have left, trying to find ways to connect before she flies. Here we are with our final exams ready to take home—two one-layer cakes, beautifully decorated and lightly covered with Saran wrap. I’m so proud of us. We graduated from practicing on sugar cookies, to cupcakes, and now each hold our magnum opus: one blue

“Which one should we try?” I ask my friend Julie. After touring a beautiful custom home in a new neighborhood not far from where she lives, we are hungry for another. Down the row of enormous houses, we found two more balloons anchored by open house signs. With only time to look at one of them, should we choose the painted brick on the left, or the stone structure on the right? “Let’s do the one on the right,” she decides. We slide out of her Audi and admire the boxwood hed

“What should we do for New Years Eve?” I fear if I don’t fully embrace the most festive spirit at the chiming of midnight, the rest of the year may be doomed to the same level of dullness. My husband responds with a shrug. I know it’s the last minute to be planning. Most people made reservations or sent party invites long ago. I never seem to think ahead for New Years because at our house, we are under constant party pressure from October 31 to January 10: Dan’s birthday on

My sister Faith and I find ourselves with four or five hours to fill in Tupelo, MS. This historic Southern city is a little over an hour from our Alabama hometown, Vernon. It was an infrequent destination for us growing up, but one that offered a bookstore and a slice of Vanelli’s authentic pizza. Today we are on a different mission; after a couple of errands, we set out to discover the charms of this cute downtown, and play tourists in Elvis’s backyard. The brick building

In first Thessalonians 4:11 Paul urges his readers to “. . . make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.” This scripture so aptly describes my mother, Jo Seay, one who embodied Paul’s teachings in her quiet, respectful ways through her whole life. As a child, Jo’s life reflected the hea

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