Do You Live in a Friendly City?
by Heather Bock I was teaching my adult English as a Second Language class the language of comparison and contrast, and the teacher’s book suggested the students compare the town
I try to write the words God has given me each Wednesday.
by Heather Bock I was teaching my adult English as a Second Language class the language of comparison and contrast, and the teacher’s book suggested the students compare the town
by Heather Bock A few weeks ago, I shelled out $35 for my nine-year-old son to take a standardized test. It turned out to be a test given to mostly
by Heather Bock Last Saturday, my four year old had his first tee ball game. It was a comedy of errors. Several of the kids hit the tee more than
by Heather Bock Last week I wrote about how I sometimes fall into the trap of thinking that I am valued, loved, and made righteous by what I do, and
by Heather Bock When I reach the end of a day, and I mean the flat-out exhausted, can’t think properly anymore, very end of a day (the way most of
by Heather Bock My mom used to have an oil lamp in our house, one that had a long wick dangling down into its depths. The oil would slowly make its
by Heather Bock Last night, as I tucked my boys in bed, JP was focused on the planets hanging from the ceiling. He wanted to know which planets had people
by Heather Bock On Monday night, for a late Mother’s Day present, Greg surprised me with a movie he thought I’d like. I had never heard of it before: La La
by Heather Bock I recently saw and shared an image that said, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. The mom in E.T. had an alien living in her house for
by Heather Bock In the past few years, the number on my scale has been creeping upwards. I used to be a fairly healthy eater. I was regular at exercise.