I have a bad habit of counting myself out. Call it a wicked case of imposter syndrome. Call it lack of confidence or self esteem.

by Jennifer Lendvai-Lintner It’s learning to live in unknowing. It’s letting experience guide when there’s seldom precedent. It’s...

I’m rejecting the rigidity of The Resolution in favor of a more flexible and fluid—focus, let’s call it.

by Jennifer Lendvai-Lintner The geneticist calls us after hours and at home. She has results. Mercifully, she doesn’t adhere to business...

The race to Christmas this year has me wary.

The Teal Pumpkin Project makes a huge difference to children impacted by food allergies and other conditions.

On your 2nd birthday by Jennifer Lendvai-Lintner It’s your birthday, sweet girl! Shortly, you’ll be due for checkups, and I’ll field the...

Finding poetry in a dream diverted

Sharing a real, rare life

by Jennifer Lendvai-Lintner Moms are a powerful force. Of course we care for and nurture our children—that’s what we are called to do....

Dear Readers, Thank you very much for following The Best We Have to Give blog! It means so much to me that you are here. This month, I’ve...

Thankfully, life isn’t like that. It’s not all soft spring, lazy summer or spectacular autumn blazing, so it’s not all harsh winter, either.

It takes courage to take a risk and ask us about Hilde or our situation, but want in on a little secret?

How can you be of any help to others, after all, if you pass out from lack of oxygen?

God has never failed to put me where I need to be, when I need to be there. Seldom do I understand why until hindsight reveals it.

There was never going to be an ideal time to start, so I started right in the middle of the mess.

I couldn’t prevent grief from entering our lives, so I ceased making that the objective.

How can one survive in a perpetual state of unknowing?