In the beginning, God created Twitter. And it was good. And the people of the Internet came together to share stories and ideas and skills and information. Websites were built and businesses created. Connections were made. Friendships were formed. Then people began tweeting to ask me for money to buy themselves new teeth, for help…

I have just returned home from watching a special screening of Avengers: Endgame with my twelve year old son. I’m committed to my no spoilers oath, so read on without fear of ruination. I’ve got you. Avengers: Endgame By The Numbers Three: Number of times my son tried to hand me a tissue because tears were…

My Avengers: Endgame review is now live! My Marvel obsession began with Guardians of the Galaxy. Yes, I understand that that is wrong. It’s the wrong starting characters, the wrong Avengers timeline, the wrong everything. But that’s where my story begins. I was raised on the Star Wars franchise (and take it a little too…

I have started and stopped writing this post more times than I can count, unsure of so many things, from questioning how it would be received, wondering if my site needed to be restructured before moving in this direction, and the biggest roadblock – deeming myself unworthy of adding my voice to the chorus of…

I first visited Walt Disney World in 1981 at the tender - and clearly impressionable age - of three. We luaued, we Hoop-Dee-Dooed, and we rode It's a Small World more times than is probably healthy or appropriate for any small child. There were several more trips to the World sprinkled throughout my childhood, but...

After a year away from Resourceful Mommy, I’m back! I thought about writing some deeply reflective post examining why I left and explaining why I’m back, but quite honestly, the thought of writing that post exhausted me. If the post is too boring to write, it’s surely too boring to read. So instead, let me show…

I have never been a big fan of Valentine’s Day and even notoriously went through a wear-black-on-V-Day phase in college. So glad those were the days before social media! But this year my husband surprised me with the sweetest gift on my pillow that evening – a heartfelt card and a gorgeous red velvet box…

Comments will not be open on this post. This is so that you are free to read and absorb the words rather than read while formulating a response. We’re far better at listening when we’re not preparing to reply. This post is about Jesus Christ, not Donald Trump. This morning I woke up to this: I…

It’s always fun to interview your kids after vacation and learn about their favorite parts of a trip. When we visit Walt Disney World for the first time, we thought their favorite parts would be the parks or the characters. Instead, they told us our days spent poolside were their favorite. This time, I asked…

A few weeks before our cruise on board the newly reimagined Disney Wonder, I sat down with my daughter to figure out what our must-see activities would be while we were onboard: “Should we reserve a time to meet the princesses?” “No. I don’t care about princesses anymore, mama.” She’s only eight years old, but…

Although I’ve been working with Kidde for four years to promote fire and carbon monoxide safety, I’ve never had the opportunity to reach out to my local fire safety community until recently. Earlier this month, I visited with my local volunteer fire department, Sandy Spring Volunteer Fire Department, to chat with firefighters about ways that we…

As I sit at my computer writing this post, I’m celebrating the eight year anniversary of this blog, Resourceful Mommy. I’m proud to say that for half of that time, I have been working with Kidde to spread the word about important topics including home safety, fire prevention, home security, and the volunteer firefighting community….

When I agreed to have my family participate in the UnPlugNPlay Challenge with Killerspin, I had no idea that the weather would play such an important role in our experience. To refresh your memory, back in January we began this challenge from Killerspin, the world’s only luxury table tennis experience brand, producers of highly designed table tennis…

What a week!!! First, I got to meet the Pope, and he was kind enough to take a selfie with me. Check it out!! Then, my incredible husband was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. What an honor! What? Not buying it? The truth is that earlier this week I attended an event…

CONFESSION: I sometimes keep watching Disney XD shows even after my children have left the room floor house. But can you really blame me? That witty dog that talks, those crazy kids who found the superhero hospital, bionic teenagers – oh my! One result of my hours of kid-focused television viewing over the last few years…

CONFESSION: I very much love technology. Long before the Internet, in a time when iPads weren’t even imaginable, I was a child who loved screen time. I set an alarm to get up and watch Saturday morning television. I sat in front of my record player, then my dual tape deck with high speed dubbing…

One of the greatest gifts of being a blogger is the opportunity to live in a vibrant community of writers. One of the tough things about knowing so many writers is that when they all write books, I simply don’t have enough time to blog about each one. When blogger and radio host Sami Cone…

The other week a friend texted me a link to a video of Pastor Steven Furtick* running around the sanctuary of his church sharing, “ME, TOO!!!!” moments. I lose my temper…me, too!!! You wanted to cuss somebody out in traffic this week…me, too!!!! You’re NOT crazy! ME, TOO!!!!!!! I WANT THIS TO BE A “ME, TOO!!!!”…

When I was a kid, we had a random peach tree near the front of our very big backyard. It provided a boundary marker for kickball, a visual distraction from the beaten down garage behind it, and delicious fruit for pies made by my neighbor. Periodically my dad would decide that it needed pruning, and he…

      Some of my earliest memories are rooted in the act of boldly loving all over another child. I distinctly remember feeling lovingly protective of my kindergarten classmate, Dia, even though we were both four years old. In first grade I learned that my friend Danny’s father had died when he was an…

Dear Youth of the Nation, Do you like that? I didn’t call you whippersnappers, shake my cane at you, or yell at you to get off my lawn. In a gesture of good faith, I’m willing to refer to you as youth. Let’s begin this conversation from a civilized place, shall we? This Thursday evening…