It’s the first week of school, and for the first time in 17 years not one of my kids needs a ride to school in the morning or will be looking for me as they file out of school following the release bell. Seventeen years ago when when we lived in Venezuela, our...
Stacks of green bills are piled at the end of the table where my youngest son, Lucas, is counting the profits of his summer lawn business. There is a smile on his face, so it is safe to say that business has been good. The grass hardly grows in our dry West Texas...
“I just wish that it was okay to raise mediocre kids.” It was summertime when my friend thought that her family would have a break from the pressure to perform, but she was still feeling it. The pressure stretched her family’s budget, their schedule...
