Major House Update!! {+ Other Fun Stuff}

Major House Update!! {+ Other Fun Stuff}

We did it. Seventeen months after initially listing our house, we moved into a new one of our very own. It has three bedrooms and three bathrooms, two fireplaces and two living areas, a formal dining room and a three-season porch, and five very happy people living...
On a Blanket with what Really, Really Matters

On a Blanket with what Really, Really Matters

Last week our youngest child turned one. Her first year has been one of transition, change and interruption. It’s been late nights and early mornings, dust and dishes, moving boxes and figuring out a new normal. Which kind of never came, besides regular crazy...
Introducing… my First Hold-in-Your-Hands Book!

Introducing… my First Hold-in-Your-Hands Book!

Two years ago I wrote a book. I wrote A Moment of Christmas for the weary woman being crushed under the weight of Pinterest-pressure. The woman so exhausted she hasn’t read anything for herself in months or more. The woman desperate for connection with her own soul,...
What We Can Do When Evil is Easier to See

What We Can Do When Evil is Easier to See

Twenty-seven years later, Jacob Wetterling has been found. The horrific details have been dredged out and pushed into the light, and collectively we begin again the grieving process of a boy most of us never met, but whom all of us mourned. He changed our Minnesotan...
When Making Oatmeal is a Stream in Your Desert

When Making Oatmeal is a Stream in Your Desert

Then will the eyes of the blind be opened and the ears of the deaf unstopped. Then will the lame leap like a deer, and the mute tongue shout for joy. Water will gush forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert. The burning sand will become a pool, the thirsty...
One for the Books

One for the Books

It’s been a month for the books, friends. My calendar said July was going to roar in with a great ‘whooooosh’ and swoop out just as quickly, but bobbing along in its tide has still been a surprise. We spent our annual weekend at family camp and as...
These Days, Mothering Is…

These Days, Mothering Is…

These days, mothering may not look like the movies. Or the TV shows. Or most of our Instagram feeds. Or our friends lives. Or what we thought it would look like. These days… Mothering is sharing all of my food. Anything on my plate, going to be on my plate, used...
From Where They Stand

From Where They Stand

The other day, my 4 year old took my phone. He held it carefully for an hour, snapping pictures at every turn. I posed with him for a few, but the subjects and angles were all him. All from his vantage point. All things that matter to him. All in the exact way that he...
When Love Looks Like a Latte

When Love Looks Like a Latte

Collapsing into the couch, I stared out across the pond out back, too spent to actually see anything in my view. We’d just had the world’s worst trip to the store, hot on the heels of a day that wouldn’t quit being crappy, and I sent this SOS text to...

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