Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,Hang out the washing and butter the bread,Sew on a button and make up a bed.Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).Dishes are waiting …
In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan;Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak mid-winterLong ago. I know very few poems by Christina Rossetti, but her winter and Christmas poems and songs have found a special place in my heart, and this one more than most. …
In a culture neck-deep in feminism and a church slowly embracing that culture, LadyLike was a breath of fresh air and a slap in the face. I mean this with all sincerity and thanks. Curtis and Adle, in a series of succinct essays, address seemingly every issue facing women today and approach them from a biblical point …
"You are not here to get your 'Mrs.' degree." It was my first week at college and I was in a "freshman seminar" class (which was as pointless as it was a waste of time). The professor spoke these words to her new students to make sure that they knew one thing: by the time …
Madelyn Rose Craig 