Dear Bema,

Right now, I’m remembering early mornings around the breakfast table every time I visited you. You and Bopie sipping cups of coffee while I – one of the few non-coffee drinkers on the Rothrock side of the family – sipped orange juice. As Bopie ate his oatmeal, you would read the daily devotional to us … More Dear Bema,

Wintertime Memories

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I kinda wanted to subtitle this “a day in the life of a homeschooler,” but I couldn’t figure out how to add a subtitle, soooo… Oh well. For some reason, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the winters of my childhood. You’ll have to forgive me if I make myself … More Wintertime Memories

TMI about R.U.M.P.S

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” This is a continuation of my previous post, and the previous warning still stands: Men, beware! You don’t want to read this! I’ve been wanting to write this post for a year. And I’ve been actively threatening to write it for a few months now. It’s time to write this post. … More TMI about R.U.M.P.S

R.U.M.P.S

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I had to put the dots in the title so you’d realize RUMPS is an acronym, and that I’m not writing an entire post about rearends. As most of you know, I have some rather strong hippie tendencies. Kombucha, raw milk, no shoes, worms under my sink… All that good stuff … More R.U.M.P.S

BUBBA

You’ve all seen this scene in old comedies: One of the characters asks a question. He is given a completely unexpected and/or ridiculous answer. He accepts the answer very matter-of-factually, then a split second later screams: “Wait! WHAT?!?” This scene happens all the time in our house, with one small difference. We leave out the … More BUBBA