Back in September 2016, I shared with you about Katie Frazer – and 8 year old girl with a big heart to change the world. Katie was on a mission to raise $24,000 for Village of Hope to build another home for children. Katie was told she could name the house, and she named it Compassion – so that the children there would live in compassion. A profound thought from this fiery, redheaded girl. Continue reading at Tualatin Life 

Some people wonder what to do when they retire, but not Steve and Brenda Fivecoat. These wonderful people devote time each week at Tualatin Elementary school in various volunteer capacities. The pair volunteers as Reading Buddies – helping kids learn to read. They build relationships through Lunch Buddies – having lunch with students. For some students, the lunch they receive at school may be the only meal they count on. So, the Fivecoats also help with Backpack Buddies – which fills the backpacks of students in need with enough food for the weekend. When this couple isn’t serving at Tualatin Elementary, they find time to serve in their local church on the weekend. During the holiday season, the Fivecoats help organize Pounds of Love, which collected & distributed 5,795 pounds of food to bless 80 families, including gifts for 198 kids! Continue reading at Tualatin Life

Aww, the holiday season. Here I am, just minding my own business, still eating my kids’ Halloween candy, and before I know it, Thanksgiving is already here! While the great debate rages on about when it’s okay to play Christmas music and put up the Christmas tree, let us celebrate by stuffing our faces full of turkey, punkin’ pie and all the trimmings! I don’t know about you, but Thanksgiving for my family consists mostly of travel and regret. Our family’s own National Lampoon’s holiday road in a three-phase journey. Continue reading at Portland Moms Blog!

Will this mom thing ever get easier? Nope. Not easier. Just different. I’ve cracked the code, friends. Basically through each stage, your problems just move to a different area of your house. Trouble has somehow gotten ahold of your blueprints, and uses it as a map. For me, trouble began in my twin boys’ bedroom. I remember delirium setting in from sleep deprivation as I wondered if I’d ever sleep again. Then once we got sleep training down, I was barely done with my victory lap before we moved onto potty training. My hand was forced when trouble made its way to the bathroom. I remember the puddle on the floor when one twin decided to free himself of the shackles of diaper wearing and establish a pee corner. (Here I was thinking that was something you only did when you were trapped in an elevator.) Oh, good. He pooped,…