Mathematically Challenged

If I were Superman, math would be my kryptonite. If I were Dorothy, math would be my Wicked Witch of the West. If I were Snow White, math would be my juicy red apple. I really hate math. My hatred goes way back. I remember being in second grade, sitting in Mr....

Be Careful Who You Follow

Earlier this week, I led a caravan of students from our church to a bible study at the youth pastor’s house. I had five girls in the van with me, and there were three other cars following me. I’d been to the house before. I thought I remembered how to get...

Mirror Check

I recently read that, prior to the 1920s, most women had mirrors that were tarnished.  The view they received in those mirrors, then, was fuzzy, imperfect. Like a super-filter on Instagram. All the time. As mirrors improved, women were shocked at what they saw:...

Hopes, Dreams, and Barbies

My daughters were not allowed to play with Barbie’s until they were 4 and 6 years old. I know, I know. But this is what parents do. Especially with the first child. We are deathly afraid of scarring them for life – and we see “scar potential”...