Rage Against The Minivan

On Thursdays I post something from the vault. This post is from July 2015. When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to be in my room creating imaginary worlds for all my My Little Ponies. I also loved to have a friend come over so we could play Barbies all afternoon. Or to make up dance routines to Madonna’s True Blue album. Or to ride my bike around my neighborhood and see who else was outside that might want to ride bikes with me or play a game or chase boys. I was never bored. . . .

This is a guest post written by Hilary Yancey. “Here is Baby’s heartbeat… and the lungs… and the gallbladder. People are always surprised when I can point that one out.” “Do you want to talk about terminating the pregnancy?” The space between these statements was about 45 minutes. Enough time for the doctor to sit in the room, looking at the ultrasound footage, the 19 week old fetus, arms and legs wiggling insistently, turning one way and the other, avoiding showing everyone the reason we . . .

We'd all like to cook perfectly balanced and healthy meals every night for our precious babes. How lovely would that be? But sometimes...it just doesn't work out. Life can get complicated. Sports practices that run into dinner . . . or a three month stretch of living in a renovation without a kitchen. There are days we can't keep our kids' names straight let alone plan and execute some home cooking. That's what drive-thrus are for. Source It's hard to imagine a mom who hasn't ordered some . . .

By Timothy Rouse, posted with permission Let me start by saying this... I am a southerner! I was born in the south, raised in the south, and (as far as I can tell) I will likely die in the south. This is where I met my wife, started raising my kids, and it is where I feel I belong. So I have a unique perspective on what people are talking about when they talk about "heritage" and "culture" because it's the heritage and culture I grew up in. I have seen the good things within that culture. Love . . .