by Tammy Kennington | Apr 19, 2012
More often than not, my mornings consist of reminders, reprimands, and rushing. Did you pack your jacket? Change that attitude, little mister. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say it at all. Then, my children scramble out the of the...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 17, 2012
I can imagine the perfect woman for my husband–and she is not me. Now, I’m not suggesting I would rather Dave be married to someone else. What I am saying is that if I were his best friend, parent, or sibling I would have expected him to marry someone...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 13, 2012
His gaze locked on what lay ahead, Connor swept past the sidelines. He seemed oblivious to the crowd and focused on the goal. “Time!” the official said, as my son burst across the finish line. This morning I woke up feeling like I hadn’t...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 10, 2012
Twenty years before, you would have noticed a simple farmhouse with a large picture window overlooking the fields. Now all that remains is a blackened trunk sprouting unruly branches–the memorial of a family heritage, a symbol of struggle, and the testimony of...
by Tammy Kennington | Mar 27, 2012
I left the comforts of home today–loaded down with two children bundled safely in the mini-van–for a spring break adventure. I’d originally planned to visit the butterfly garden outside the city limits, but changed my mind when my companions began...