People Are Living Under The Bridge While I Sit In Traffic

I didn’t go to church today. I didn’t go last week, either. The truth is, I’m feeling a little bit like an outcast who has been wallowing with the lipsticked pigs — not at my church, specifically…but in the Church in general.  Something in the American church is desperately missing, and I’m part of the problem. Many people I’ve run into are attracted to Jesus…but they don’t want to have anything to do with “Christians” or with “religion” or “church.”  And many people brought up in Christian homes desert the church as they leave home.  Why? Remember those bracelets all the kids used to wear that … Continue reading People Are Living Under The Bridge While I Sit In Traffic

My legs are having a baby, again

So imagine you are lying in bed trying to get to sleep when suddenly the muscles in your left leg begin to have a baby.  Ok, so maybe they don’t have a baby because that’s not physically possible, but you remember what it felt like to have contractions when you did have a baby, and this feels a lot like that except not as painful.  These contractions begin at the top of your thigh and roll down your entire leg to the bottom of your feet.  Sometimes they begin in the tip of your tongue, roll across your chest and … Continue reading My legs are having a baby, again

Hello, my name is Christie, and I am a Mean Homeschool Mom

Lest you think from my previous post that we have it all together in homeschool-land, my Challenge 1 (i.e., 9th Grade/Freshman/Going on Thirty) daughter is throwing fiery darts at me with her eyes because I am making her complete work on a Sunday night.  Mind you, this is work that should have been completed by Friday night.  It was written in the planner…but it didn’t get done, and *I* did not check for completeness until 7:30 tonight, assuming erroneously that when my daughter said it was all done, it was.  Except for those four things that didn’t get done.  Including … Continue reading Hello, my name is Christie, and I am a Mean Homeschool Mom

Twenty things I wish I had known about CC’s Challenge Program

Everything I wish someone had told me before my daughter started Classical Conversation’s Challenge Program… Get everything in the guide written on a schedule.  If it’s not explicitly written down, one or both of us forget it! Give her space and room.  Don’t be a helicopter.  This is her time to make mistakes, grow, and learn to be responsible. Sit down and do all the math with her every day.  The challenge of “beating mom” has turned math time from agony into a fast-and-furious math throw-down.  She’s in Challenge 1 this year, and this is the first year I’m doing the math with her each day. … Continue reading Twenty things I wish I had known about CC’s Challenge Program

Tomorrow might be too late

I remember when I thought people who were 35 years old were ancient.  Then I thought 40-somethings were dotards.  Now that I am 40-something, my perspective of “old” is not 50, or 60, or even 70.  “Old” to me is anything over the age of 80.  My grandmother, who has dementia, is old.  My great-grandmother lived into her 90s — that was old.  I will never forget the tale she told me about her daddy butchering hogs at the tree over yonder, when yonder was 85 years ago, and in her mind I was not her great-granddaughter but was instead … Continue reading Tomorrow might be too late