HILARY HAMBLIN

I slogged to the kitchen five minutes after clicking off my alarm. Anxiousness gnawed my gut like an over achieving woodpecker. My morning routine includes prayer while my coffee brews. I struggled to assign my growing unease a name. Mug in hand I peered out the front door to check for damage from last night's wind and rain. None. Thank goodness. Woodpecker anxiousness built. I settled into my "quiet time" space and began to write out my morning prayer. The name popped into m

Short story: we survived. Sorry for the click baity headline. We more than survived. My kid raised his grades, took an interest in two new outdoor activities and learned he can survive without electronics. If you’re expecting a “screens-are-bad” blog post you can share with your mom-friends and make them feel extra guilty for allowing their six-year-old to watch YouTube videos or play Minecraft, go on back to what you were doing. This is not the blog for you. Should you, howe

This morning when I slid into my seat at Cracker Barrel for a networking breakfast the topic already turned to back to school. The first week of August means opening day for education here in Mississippi. One of the folks ask how my kids’ drop off went. When I responded we were doing well until I realized we left my son’s trumpet at home, someone replied “and you didn’t go back to get it?”. No, my friends I did not drive fifteen minutes home, retrieve my son’s instrument and