A Support Your Community Activity

Last minute notice*:

This Saturday, July 30th, 11 a.m. – 2 p.m., we are gathering school supplies for recipients of St. Elizabeth Shelter’s Casa Familia. Donations can be dropped off at LYDIA, Inc.

The program manager has requested that we provide clean/brand new underwear, water bottles, backpacks/bookbags, and uniform shirts – for anyone who is able to do so. Otherwise, our request is that when you are out shopping, please pick up one or two extra items and drop them off with us. If your children need it, so do the children at St. Elizabeth Shelter’s Casa Familia. Continue Reading →

Stop Temper Tantrums in Their Tracks

“You’re always getting on to me! It’s not fair!”

Staring down my 12 year old, I pause a moment and try to consider where she’s coming from; what she really needs from me. Frustrated, she sighs and stomps off to her room. I wait a moment before following her. Quietly knocking, I open the door when she says “Uh-huh.”

I take a really good look at her and realize she’s in tears. “Oh, honey.” She flies into my arms and sobs against my shoulder. “What’s really going on here, huh?”

She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head. “I don’t know!”

And it’s true. She doesn’t know what the myriad of emotions she’s feeling mean. She doesn’t know why she’s a raging hormonal almost-teen. Continue Reading →

For the Weary Moms and Dads

little girl on a swing


Let your “Yes” be YES, and your “No” be NO.
“Consistency is key”
These “trite” sayings sound so easy – ARE easy to say, but are more challenging to DO.
Let your yes mean YES – you concur. You agree. You permit it to happen. It has your blessing.
Let your no mean NO – absolutely NOT. You do NOT agree. You do not allow or permit it. It does not have your blessing.
How much easier, in life, in relationships, in parenting, to say “Yes” and give in, even though you might actually mean “No” – but you don’t want to argue, or you’re too tired. It is very draining, setting and enforcing boundaries. It truly is. Continue Reading →