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I love everything about Christmas. I love how it sounds. I love how it looks. I love how it smells. I even love how it tastes. (Can you blame me?) Continue reading
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I love everything about Christmas. I love how it sounds. I love how it looks. I love how it smells. I even love how it tastes. (Can you blame me?) Continue reading

When you dream of being a parent, you never envision yourself having the following sentences leave your mouth: “Sweetheart don’t bite the table”, “Honey stop brushing your nose with your toothbrush”, “No honey, you can’t play hide-and-seek in the fridge, you’re a touch bigger than a carrot”, “Sweetheart, put mommy down! ” (I literally had to say each one of these.) Continue reading

Bella, our youngest, has the habit of wearing all her t-shirts backwards. So, one night, as we are getting ready for bed, I mention the obvious to her about the pajama top.Continue reading

Each fall, America celebrates Thanksgiving Day. In Romania and Moldova, churches delegate one Sunday every fall to celebrate Harvest Day.Continue reading

‘I want to be in the army’ the young boy said boldly to the lady at the desk enrolling the men for Soviet Army.

The arrow. The arrow comes fast. The arrow is thin and hard to notice from a distance. The arrow might be lit up on fire. The arrow can only come from the enemy. The arrow is shot with precision to aim. The arrow intends to harm, or even to kill. Continue reading

Growing up with two brothers I learned to easily adjust from playing teacher with my dolls to playing pretend war between the Russians and the Americans with my brothers. Growing up under Former USSR, somehow the Russians always won. (Today our family enjoys a peace treaty with the Americans, since I married into the culture. 🙂 ) Continue reading
“I’m so proud of you sweetheart!” genuinely tells the father to his little one, as she’s nervously doggy-paddling for the first time in the sea. Continue reading
My heart greeted the wee hours of last Tuesday with JOY as I woke up the girls for school, tickling and giggling their way out of bed. But, it quickly got stolen away from me as my heart welcomed WORRY as I read an unsettling message. My heart shook hands with IMPATIENCE as disobedience entered the scene.Continue reading
What would you tell someone who lost their father at an early age, was sexually abused, then saw the oldest brother literally lose his mind because of the burden placed at the age of 17 to care for his six siblings and his widowed mother? How would you encourage that same person knowing that these were just raindrops before the soon-coming life storm?
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