We have never had a professional photo taken of our entire family. It’s a sore subject here, actually. See—because our entire family cannot actually be…
Planning Time
With all the rain we’ve had here in Tennessee lately, it’s hard to believe that the growing season is just around the corner. But the…
Beyond consuming
A few weeks back, my mom did an amazingly sweet thing. She bought my five youngest kids Fidget Spinners.
It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s a Big Brother
In our family, there’s this guy named Mathaus. In the same person, there’s also this guy named Yaya. Go ahead. Laugh. I bet your family…
To be a father of nations
We talk a lot about legacy at my house. Not so much the financial concept of legacy, but the handing down of a strong Christian…
Someone has to be the baby
This fall, I hit an uncomfortable, inevitable milestone: for the first time in our marriage (barring the gap of our own making), our baby is…
Outdoors with Jack…despite a downpour!
Just this past weekend, my 15-year-old son and I spent a night and day searching for a little white box in the woods during an…
The cult of family
Recently, I shared a blog piece to Facebook. It wasn’t anything I had written, and honestly, the topic doesn’t matter. In the course of the ensuing…
Stripping apart bikes to build family
I recently stopped to watch my 17-year-old and 15-year-old sons strip apart some bikes to fix brake and sprocket issues. Ball bearings were rolling across…
To my very weird teens
I know we’re different. Just like you, I’ve seen the reactions, heard the mutters and gasps and whispers. I’ve watched you carefully steer conversation from…