Of Risk and Reward: A Year of Life on the Ranch

Last summer, we packed up our three-bedroom suburban life and trucked it out 40 minutes to a sprawling five-bedroom ranch. The latest risk in a string of many we have taken over our thirteen married years. I’m not sure when the dream began, but my husband and I...

Waiting on the Wind

You guys!! By God’s great grace, something I wrote was posted with (in)courage today! I am so grateful for this opportunity to share what God has shared with me. You can click on the link below to read more. Thank you friends for all your encouragement to me...

I’d Rather Be Real

  I sent this picture out as our Christmas card last year. My husband thought I was crazy. He still thinks I am. We’ve certainly taken better family pictures, so why I chose this one he didn’t understand. But this is my family. This is our house. And this...

I’m Gonna Miss This

Last week, I took the pictures off my walls and I cried. The red-eyed ugly cry. I took the curtains down that my neighbor, Judy, hemmed for me and I cried some more. I sat on the bench behind home plate and watched one of the last neighborhood baseball games in our...

The Sanctity of Summer

I call it “distracted mothering” and I’m really good at it. Too good. It might be a text, or an e-mail, another child, or a floor that needs sweeping. It might be laundry or lunches or washing my hands. It could be a conversation I’m trying to have with a friend or a...

For the Love of Baby Teeth

Let me start this by saying that my husband is a wonderful man. A man who knows me and loves me well. He washes dishes, does the Costco run, plays football with the boys in the backyard, changes dirty diapers, reads bedtime stories, makes pancakes the size of my two...
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