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Have you heard this poem before?  As Brian and I and the kids were driving back to Florence from Vegas after a week there for Spring Break, we were listening to General Conference.  I fell asleep several times, but caught some of the words to this poem and loved them.  I immediately grabbed my phone […]

It used to be that every night, all four of my kids would call to me after having gotten in bed, “Mom, will you come lay with me?”  (Yeah, it should be lie with me, but who cares?) And this became a real problem because lying with all four of them for a period of

It used to be that every night, all four of my kids would call to me after having gotten in bed, “Mom, will you come lay with me?”  (Yeah, it should be lie with me, but who cares?) And this became a real problem because lying with all four of them for a period of

I’m sure you can guess which pictures were taken by my talented photographer sister, Laura Hendricks (havhouse on Instagram) and which ones I took with my outdated phone.  I am also realizing that I didn’t take any photos of the laundry room or powder bath (and of course, none of the upstairs space).  But those

I’m sure you can guess which pictures were taken by my talented photographer sister, Laura Hendricks (havhouse on Instagram) and which ones I took with my outdated phone.  I am also realizing that I didn’t take any photos of the laundry room or powder bath (and of course, none of the upstairs space).  But those

What’s up with all the weirdos posting a bunch of–well, just seven– spam comments on my last post?  How do I delete them?  I’m much happier with my normal zero comments than with a bunch of nonsense comments.…………………………….. I’ve realized something.  I’ve always said how much I love writing on my blog.  I love my

What’s up with all the weirdos posting a bunch of–well, just seven– spam comments on my last post?  How do I delete them?  I’m much happier with my normal zero comments than with a bunch of nonsense comments.…………………………….. I’ve realized something.  I’ve always said how much I love writing on my blog.  I love my

So I can’t put this off any longer.  It’s important, right?  To write (type) the things that go on inside my head?  Because someday someone will care.  Someday, I will care. I told you how last year I realized a very painful truth about myself, right?   I realized that I am a very selfish

So I can’t put this off any longer.  It’s important, right?  To write (type) the things that go on inside my head?  Because someday someone will care.  Someday, I will care. I told you how last year I realized a very painful truth about myself, right?   I realized that I am a very selfish

Happy Birthday, Bip. Valentine Pancakes Skip told me he was wearing these medals because he was trying to dress like a “gangsta”. Gave himself “purple nurples”.  Nice. Thank goodness for Nana dressing us on Easter! Sugar Plum’s big night (i.e. the night she got the sex talk.   She had and continues to have more