Silence in Springtime

Suddenly I was sick of speaking. I was tired of talking. So, I decided to stop opening my big mouth. I've cut back on Facebook, I've basically killed my Twitter bird, and I have been working hard at watching what I say around my family and friends. And of course, my best efforts aren't producing the best … Continue reading Silence in Springtime

When You Don’t Bow You Miss Babies And Other Low To The Ground Things

I just thought you should know, when I started blogging I was somewhere else.I was almost lost, and entirely hopeless. In my dark place I learned to write, to live in the neat boarders that come with punctuation marks and paragraphs. I counted the pearlescent lotion bottles on the messy bathroom counter as gifts, and … Continue reading When You Don’t Bow You Miss Babies And Other Low To The Ground Things

Joy In The Ante Meridiem

I like to think God is pleased when we greet the dawn in a tricorn hat.  It takes trust to run at sunrise, with a whisk, in the autumn crisp. To be children of joy...Well, it's a tall order in today's world. It calls for a bit of surrender and a touch of humility.Sometimes kitchen utensils help. … Continue reading Joy In The Ante Meridiem

Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)

"I have a sparkle prize for you," he says, placing a closed fist on my desk.I look.I look harder."It's pretend," my three year old informs me, "the prize I gave you is a sparkle prize."I smile. I'm sitting in my ratty wicker chair, the one with an appropriated couch pillow to prevent poking.  I'm trying … Continue reading Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)

My Kid Looks Like Rocky and Other Confessions

It's easy to be proud when everything is sunshine, rainbows, pots of gold and Lucky Charms.  When your children are behaving and your baby is sleeping and your mother cleaned your house and you've had a decent amount of sleep.  I was feeling pretty good about having three kids.I felt like everything was working and … Continue reading My Kid Looks Like Rocky and Other Confessions

The Hairless Squirrel, The Wet Shoes, And The Frazzled Mommy

"And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh.Eeyore shook his head from side to side. "Not very how," he said. "I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time." -Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A. MilneDo you ever have those days where everything seems to be exploding and jumping the rails and breaking and spilling and … Continue reading The Hairless Squirrel, The Wet Shoes, And The Frazzled Mommy

Facing My Self-Centeredness in Fall

It's raining and thundering, hooray for Fall (took you long enough!).I started to go for a walk in the dark, and the asphalt smelled like hot rain. The lighting flashed and I turned around and ran home. I wish to be braver, to walk in thunderstorms without fear of fire. Have I told you how … Continue reading Facing My Self-Centeredness in Fall

Offspring and Offshoots

As we drove past run down buildings, and sweaty looking men in cowboy hats, and scary looking men with shaved heads and tattoos and tank tops on bikes grasping brown bags...I thought of how different I am from Jesus. He was not afraid of barns and sawdust and broken down buildings; He loved to talk … Continue reading Offspring and Offshoots