I lived in Kansas from 8th-12th grade. In that time, I became well acquainted with Mr. Tornado and all his little friends: Siren, Tornado Watch, Basement, and False Alarm. In April of my junior year, our house was hit by a tornado. The end of our street was flattened; we lost our fence and roof…

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I lived in Houma, LA from 4th to 7th grade. Oh, how we loved that place. Within five days of moving there, I’d eaten crawfish and alligator and shrimp poboys, and that’s a true story. My fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Crochet, was the Queen of Mardi Gras, and there are not enough superlatives to describe…

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A couple of years ago, I got an email from another pastor’s wife in Austin: “Can we meet?” Transparent moment: I don’t always like meeting pastor’s wives (said the pastor’s wife). Sometimes, pastor’s wives are just so pastor’s wifeish. You know what I mean? Many of them leave my company desperate to get me on…

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People ask me all the time: “How do maintain such order and balanced systems in your life and home?” No, wait. That’s not right. It’s this: “Please tell me your secrets for being an amazing, creative Classroom Mom.” Darn it. I keep getting confused. Oh yeah! This is what they actually ask: “What are you…

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It’s a dog eat dog world, good readers (or as Gloria says on Modern Family: “doggy dog world”). We’re all just slogging forward, working on the chain gang, paying The Man. Folks, we all simply need an edge, small advantages to survive this cruel, cold world.  If we could only do everything better, emerge as ever-so-slightly…

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