Dear Daughters, Your dad caught me by the elbow as I poured my second cup of coffee the other day. “We need to talk,” he said and led me to the kitchen table, patchy rays of sunlight flickering in through the open blinds. Your carefree giggles floated from your bedroom as we sat and wrapped hands around warm mugs, your innocent banter a stark contrast to the weighty dialogue I knew was coming. It was time for a tune-up. At… Read more »

Little Ladies, It started as an ordinary day, our feet shuffling slowly through the kitchen as our bodies gradually shook off the hazy dust of slumber. We had just finished breakfast, Bible reading, catechism, and poetry review, and I was heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the rest of the day. You were both stationed under the kitchen table, gathering various strewn toys about you and shouting about treasure and secret hideouts and danger on the high… Read more »