Articles & Posts
Whether here in these posts, over on Facebook and Instagram, or in one of my books, I share about the extraordinary ordinary found in being a wife, mom, and woman. I’d love to share a cup of coffee over a picket fence in our backyard, so that’s how I write. Join me?
Christmas Will Come
The boxes are piled shoulder-high throughout the basement, full of every single earthly possession we have. In the next three weeks there will be four preschool/church Christmas programs, my son will turn 5, a writing deadline will pass, Christmas Day will come and...
The Only Way to Stay Above Water
It's here. The first day of December. It hasn't started to snow here in Minnesota yet, but I'm holding out hope for a white Christmas just the same and I made it snow on my blog. So there, weather. Today is a BIG day. It's the first of December. I'm over at...
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
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 turning...
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
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
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
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 usual, it was...
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 to...
Real Mom Confessions {sharing at Lisa-Jo Baker’s}
I'm honored to share with you a few of the words I wrote that my friend Lisa-Jo Baker published on her site yesterday. Here's a peek: Sharing my Real Mom Confessions is a joy. Together we’ve shared hundreds of real moments from mothering. Every Wednesday, I laugh and...
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
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 a few dear and...
