“Why isn’t God still speaking to us today like He did in the Bible?” My son had just finished his biscuits and gravy, and his question...

My dad has always kept a toolbox. In childhood, I remember all the shiny red drawers filled with nails and wrenches and every type of...

My boys, I’m writing to you now, as I’ve done many times since you were born and even before. Love letters to echo across seasons and...

It’s my fourth pregnancy, fourth boy. I’m 37 years old and 37 weeks along. Slightly dilated, halfway effaced, and on my 107th bedtime...

I look at the calendar each year and know it’s coming. A day bearing so much heartache and the weight of thousands of fallen heroes. I...

It’s time for kindergarten. And I tell myself, “Do not cry.” I cried the night before your first day of preschool and when you first...

I have a bunch of professional Mom friends – moms who doctor, teach, style, run companies, serve on mission. And I’m amazed at their...

My Mother-In-Law is gifted at giving gifts. Each candy-coated holiday, birthday, Christmas celebration is packed with presents and...

The morning was overcast and dark, yet I couldn’t find my sunglasses fast enough. I had my left hand on the steering wheel, digging...

“It’s about to get real.” Have you ever caught yourself repeating those words? Maybe as the contractions quickened in the hospital or...

“I’m proud of you,” I whisper into his three-year old ears as he falls asleep. So very proud. After the June sun set late tonight, sweaty...

Being a mom is hard, man. Like really hard. Hard like hearing your boy snap back that he’s so mad at you. Hard like figuring out Algebra...

You can’t look away. In six years of civil war, Syria has lost 1% of its population — that’s an estimated 250,000. People. And that’s not...

I’m tired of it. I’m tired of all the fussing and all the sweeping and all the folding and refolding and folding some more. I’m tired of...

You watch me scroll. You watch me smile or frown or yell for your Daddy to “Listen to this.“ I’ve hurt my neck looking down at it; I’ve...

Hi, my name is Jaclyn. And it’s time to fess up. So here goes– the Twitter version: I DO WHAT I TELL MY KIDS NOT TO DO. ALL THE TIME....

It’s 2pm, and I’m standing here alone in the kitchen, swallowing down the last crumbs of dry cereal from a plastic cup. It is not quiet...

As I start this post, I can still feel the “sticky” of the Polynesian sauce I didn’t fully get scrubbed off the kitchen table. That...

Today, I rewarded myself with FOUR Double-Stuffed Oreos, and I was “this close” to making it to five. Of no surprise, this treat took...

Let me start by explaining I raise boys; three of them under my roof, but I’m writing this post very much aware of my nieces and other...