Linda Rondeau

Lisa knew the cost of being a foster parent was bearing lifelong heart bruises when a child was returned to uncertainty.

When dinner is overcooked because he is late coming home from work, my anger is quickly assuaged by the remembrance of his morning faithfulness.

I’m firmly convinced that kids have internal radar that makes them vie for the last, the best, or the one the others want.

Storybook romances for the middle aged did not exist. Who was I kidding? God, help me remember why I’m still married to this man.

Whether what is before them is pleasing to God or not, children will mirror what they see.

“Marriage is not fifty-fifty,” I heard Dr. Phil announce on national television. “It’s one-hundred and one-hundred.”

My son was the author of "The Art of Passive Resistance for Children." Like the mountain, he would not be moved.

A divorced, unemployed mother of three pre-school children, I believed, until that morning, I had already sunk to the bottom.