Come along as we share the funny stories, the sacred moments, and the practical tips for making family adventures point everyone back to Jesus.
Every spring in Connecticut, I do a slow walk around the house — checking the foundation, the gutters, the siding — looking for whatever the winter left behind. And every spring, my driveway humbles me a little. Cracks that weren’t there in October. A low spot where water is pooling near the garage door. The […]
It always seems to happen at the worst possible time. You head downstairs to grab something from the storage shelves and your sock lands in a cold puddle. Or maybe you notice a dark stain creeping up the base of your foundation wall after a heavy spring rain. Either way, that sinking feeling in your
There’s a particular kind of frustration that comes with plugging in a lamp and watching it flicker, or pressing a charger into an outlet and feeling it slide right back out. I’ve been there more times than I can count in our Connecticut home. Old outlets wear out. The internal contacts that grip your plugs
Why I Stopped Dreading the Summer Electric Bill Every June, I used to brace myself. Four boys, a two-story house in Connecticut, and a central AC system that runs like it’s being paid by the hour. Last summer I started researching smarter ways to move air through our home without leaning so hard on the
It was a humid Saturday morning in late June — the kind of sticky Connecticut morning where the air just sits on you — and my 12-year-old was already complaining about the heat in his bedroom before 8 a.m. We’d been limping along with a box fan wedged in the window, but I’d finally had
There are few sounds more gut-wrenching for a homeowner than the silence after a pipe bursts. No dripping, no running water — just that hollow, ominous quiet followed by the discovery of water spreading across your basement floor or soaking into your walls. I’ve heard enough stories from neighbors in our town to know it’s
Every fall, I walk down to our basement, press my hand against the rim joists — those wooden boards that sit right on top of your foundation wall and frame the floor above — and feel that cold, damp air just pushing right through. It’s like the house is breathing in winter and you’re paying
There is a particular kind of satisfaction that comes from standing back and looking at clean, properly flowing gutters on a crisp October afternoon in Connecticut. It is the quiet satisfaction of a job done right — one that most of your neighbors have either ignored or paid someone else to handle. I cleaned mine
There’s a sound in this house that my wife and I know all too well at 11 o’clock at night. It’s not the furnace kicking on, and it’s not the dog. It’s the unmistakable creak of a particular floorboard in the hallway — the one right outside our bedroom — that announces every late-night trip
There is a particular kind of dread that comes with peeling back a shower curtain and noticing that the caulk along your tub has gone gray, cracked, and is pulling away from the wall. If you live in an older Connecticut home like I do, that moment probably comes around more often than you’d like.