By Mandy McCarty Harris Praying With My Daughter Grew Both of Our Faiths
One of my longtime favorite places to pray has been in the car. Those rare and stolen moments of solitude…
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By Her View From Home I Taught My Daughter How to Fight Her Anxiety
"I am feeling a little nervous." A few minutes earlier, I saw all of the signs when I told my…
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Dear Daughters, Go Be the Good
Dear daughters, Can you hear the reckoning? It's time. It's time to become a generation of warriors. Don't let the…
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By Whitney Fleming As a Mom of Teens, My Job is to Idle Nearby
I wash the dinner pots and pans quietly as I look over at my twin daughters who are high school…
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Dear Daughter, Be the Girl Who Lives Out Love
Dear daughter, Be the girl who reaches behind and pulls the next person up to where you are at in…
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By Libby Pearson Dear Daughter, I Will Not Teach You To Be Perfect
I see you watching and analyzing my every move, sweet girl. After all, you learn and grow by mom’s example.…
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By Pamela Palmer I’m Thankful for the Friendship I Share With My Mom
My daughter is only two, but like most moms, when I look at her pictures from what seems like forever…
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By Kyle Means Dear Daughter, I Could Not Love You More
There are few events more entertaining to watch than a daddy-daughter dance. Our local community offers an annual event featuring…
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By Meredith Bleakley Use the “Rule of 5″—And Other Things I Want My Freshman to Know
“My stomach is full of butterflies!” “I feel like I could puke!” “Eeekkk, I’m so nervous!!” “This is scary!” Those…
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By Corey Wheeland Some Days We Ask Our Hearts For Help
Everything seemed fine this morning—really, it did. The sun was shining as my daughter bounded out of her room and…
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By McKenzie Wood When I Left the Hospital, Mother’s Guilt Came With Me
When I left the hospital, mother’s guilt came with me. Smuggled in the diaper bag. Crouching beneath the car seat.…
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I Don’t Have Sons, But I See Your Little Boy Growing Up
I don't have any boys. My house is about as estrogen-charged as one can get with three teenage daughters living…
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