Every year, we carefully deliberate about which two movies we want to watch on Christmas Eve (or New Year’s Eve, whenever it suits to have our party). This year, the

How well I remember sitting that next morning in my quiet living room by the light of the Christmas tree and turning to the Scripture that this song is taken

Sure, Mary. Here it is: Schrock Christmas Pudding 3 cups whole (or at least 2%) milk 1 cup sugar 3 eggs, separated 4 T. cornstarch 1/4 tsp. salt 1 T.

I’d not made it in eons, but when I was asked to bring a dessert to a party recently, this one came to mind. The boys were praying on bended

Fuzzy math strikes again. Judging by the sounds that issued then through the door, so did Big Brother.

‘Government guy’: Long, complicated question. Eleven year old: “Huh?” ‘Government guy’: “In other words, are you for health care reform?” Eleven year old, in his laid-back drawl: “Probably not.” ‘Government

“Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows your name, And they’re always glad you came; You want to be where you can see Our troubles are all the same;

Middle 2: “When Jamison finally moves out, lock the door!” Middle 1: “Do people actually do that (bring their families to their parents to entertain)?” Me: “Not really. That’s why

“Jamison. How many fingers am I holding up?” Sometimes it’s the quiet ones that land the zingers. I love it when that happens.

Then he followed it up with, “Since I’m 16, and since 16-1 is 15 and 15×2 is 30, then you need to give me your 10.” Huh? What? After we