When we got the news that all our kids would be home for Christmas, we felt deep joy. For anyone who has grown and flown children, you know exactly what this feels like. It is no small feat to gather all your people, so the simple act of being under one roof at the same…… Continue reading Cookie Fail; Humility Win
As an English teacher, the idea of narratives is ever on my mind and infused into conversations. It’s easy to discuss and analyze a dynamic character; what motivates the character to action, what lie does the character believe, and what is the catalyst for their ultimate change? I think we instinctively do that in life.…… Continue reading Turning Kindness Inward: A Personal Narrative
Here is the third letter in the Letters from the Heart blog series! We have several more letters to go, and you will hear from some new voices in the coming weeks. The letters are tender and inspiring, and I hope you’ll come back every Monday to read each installment! I had the fortune/misfortune of…… Continue reading Dear Daughter, Live in the Middle
I’ve been thinking about the highlight reel I see throughout all forms of social media. There isn’t anything inherently wrong about posting the wins of life-though it gets a lot of negative air time. The trouble lives in the comparison game. When I hold my life against the backdrop of the wins of others, I…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
hIt was an unexpected statement that left a lasting impression. While pushing the grocery cart and collecting all the necessities, my two young children would engage in ordinary chit-chat. They would occasionally deviate from their conversation to beg for a bag of powdered doughnuts or candy. {Bless all the people that grocery shop with littles…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
As the clicking drew closer, anticipation birthed equal parts excitement and anxiety in me. This was the day the principal would announce the Student of the Month. My six-year-old self launched into earnest prayer because there was nothing I wanted more than that award. With fingers crossed, eyes closed, and an inaudible plea {please let it be me, God},…… Continue reading Crossing My Fingers Taught Me This
Alyssa DeLosSantos 