April showers may bring May flowers to your neighborhood, but over here, they bring something else. That “something else” is the annual running, not of the bulls, but of the

Me:  “You know what I’m hoping for tonight?  An Adventures in Odyssey.”  This is where the youngest three and I hop into our jammies and flop across our bed to

As I’m a strong believer in “let sleeping babies lie,” I called B1 on his way home from work and said, “Can you please get B3 up at the school

Showers of blue and sprinkles of pink. Little did we know when we embarked on our parenting adventure 20 years ago that the family forecast would read like this. Because

For years, it was just Mr. Schrock running.  For the last two, it’s been The Mister and Oldest Son. To put it in perspective, this is billed as the biggest

“I am going to pound Kieran when he gets home,” he thundered.  “I found this (and he thrust the sheet of paper at me) on my computer.” “What’s going on?”

It was the cows. That was the excuse that Ohio State University students gave their professors recently for skipping class. The excitement began when two cows escaped as their owner

I sing.  I mean, I make up songs about whatever we’re doing or something I’m thinking, and I sing it to them. With Big J, we used to sing entire

“Men are babies when they’re sick.” This startling admission was delivered over the pulpit by a former bishop some years back. On the women’s side, there was vigorous nodding and

There may have been about three families in the school district that never left Olive Township over spring break. That may be stretching it a bit, but the point is,