Lila Anna Sauls
3 Ways to Make St. Patrick’s Day Magical
St. Patrick's Day has always been a part of my life. When I was young, I hunted leprechauns. My friends and I ran around...
The Five Important Gifts I Give Myself
During this wonderful time of year we give our time, love, and a few baked goods to others in our life. Sometimes we forget...
I’m Done With Halloween DIY :: Boxed Costumes Are OK With Me
I'm Done with Halloween DIY.
I remember two Halloween costumes from my childhood. The first was a witch, complete with a pointed hat made from...
What I’d Love From My Boys This Mother’s Day
Dear Sauls Boys (and I’m counting ALL of you as boys right now, even those over the age of 40),
As Mother’s Day approaches there’s...
The Reality of the Working Mom
We working mothers get too much credit. Yes, we juggle a lot. Sure, we raise well-adjusted children. And you better believe we keep our husbands happy...
True Life Confessions From an Imperfect Mom
I have a confession to make. I’m not perfect. I’m an under-slept, over-worked mother of five boys who doesn’t see her yoga mat (or...
My Dream for Today
My blogs usually start with my children. So, it wasn’t unusual to talk about this post, and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., as we sat...
Dear Boys, There Is a Santa Claus
Dear Boys,
There is Santa Claus.
When I was young, there were Christmas seasons our family had very little. My sister, brother, and I never knew,...
Why More Women Don’t Run for Office {And Why I Did}
Very few women run for political office. In 2015, only 20% of Congress was female. In South Carolina, my home state, the number of women serving...
What I REALLY Learned While Eating Together as a Family
Our dining room table holds our family of seven, where we eat five nights a week. It’s the only 45 minutes in our day...
Hey, Soul Sister…
I almost hit my younger sister when I was 16. I didn't throw the punch because (frankly) I was afraid she’d hit me back. Decades...
The Courageous Conversation
I went to bed Thursday night with a weight on my chest, hearing the words of a child who was the same age as...
Before You Were Their Father, You Were My Husband…
Dear Brad,
Before you were their father you were my husband. I married you for many reasons, and as our family has grown, that number has...
Dear Boys, I Want You to Respect Women…
Dear Boys,
I have to write this letter. By not putting these thoughts on paper, and asking you to slowly read them, I’d be doing...



















