Offering Christian wisdom and guidance for moms is what The Titus Woman is all about. She’s been there, and she’s learned from experience what to do and what to avoid.
She was my lifeline. I’d just arrived in Singapore. I was young―married for a year―and had moved there because my husband had a job in the South China Sea. He was offshore when my plane landed, so a woman I’d met only once greeted me at the airport. Brenda had lived as an expat in… Read More
The calls came at random times of the day and night. “Mom, I love this place! I want to stay here forever!” “Mom, I can’t stand this place! I can’t live here another minute!” “Mom, I have so many best friends!!” “Mom, I can’t deal with the drama!” There were tons of exclamation marks. Every… Read More
My friend left her daughter at college today. And my mama heart ached for the goodbye I knew would be so hard for her to say. It’s been 20 years since my oldest daughter left for college. Today she’s a wonderful wife and mom and has a life that’s fuller and happier than I knew… Read More
I put my girls to bed and then crumpled into a heap on my bedroom floor, first sobbing and then halfway wailing. My husband had been gone for weeks and the home fires I’d promised to keep burning had imploded on me. His job took him overseas for three months at a time, and I… Read More
“There are so many things I wish I’d done differently while raising my daughters, but sitting together at the family table isn’t one of them.” I spoke those words in response to a question I’m asked often. Today my three beautiful daughters are grown with husbands and children of their own, and I’m often asked… Read More
In spite of raised eyebrows from family and friends, we boarded a flight to New York. My daughter had been having seizures for three long months. The first one, which happened while she cheered at a high school football game, left us stunned and scrambling for answers. The answers never came. But more seizures did,… Read More
One of the scariest parts of being a mom was knowing I couldn’t give my three daughters everything they needed. I don’t mean clothes or the newest gadgets. I was pretty sure I could manage a reasonable amount of that. But I knew I didn’t have enough wisdom or strength to be the kind of… Read More
“Don’t forget the girl on the bench.” It’s a phrase I repeated like clockwork every morning as I drove my three daughters to school. They rolled their eyes because they’d heard it a zillion times. But I didn’t care. When I was in eighth grade, I was the new girl in a school where most… Read More