The words we speak become the house we live in. – Hafiz I’ve been staring at the quote for twenty minutes now. The cursor is blinking, blinking, blinking… …blinking. And I’m not sure where to begin. Long story short, it’s time to move houses. Both,… Read More
I’m writing this morning. Because June was intense. Because I drove so many miles, worked so many shoots. Because my hands and wrists ache and my body feels beaten. Because the characters in my head have begun to circle back around and around, nagging at me… Read More
I was trying on outfits in a dressing room last night and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, between hanging one top back up and picking up the next. No shower. Long day of errands and shooting and driving three-plus hours all over… Read More
Oh, humility. We meet again, here, bumping up alongside one another in the fog of motherhood. Motherhood that bends our knees and tightens our shoulders, that spins webs of worries and gives us no rest, beneath the ceiling fan on an eighty-degree night. I hear… Read More
There was a moment yesterday where I wondered if they had broken me. There was a paint fiasco. No, fiasco is too light of a word. It was a paint disaster, a debacle, a nightmare, a horror show, a massacre. There was paint, everywhere. EVERY… Read More
Dear Beginning of the School Year Melanie, You think you’re ready. You’ve prepped yourself by reading homeschool blogs, talking to homeschool moms, buying subscriptions to online education sites, printables sites, buying enough books and curriculum to serve an entire classroom of children, more than enough for… Read More
We’re in the grocery store. I’m handing out buttery shortbread cookies from the bakery counter. Alex. Lila. Evaline. Ash… wait, what happened to Asher? I scan across the displays of breads and muffins, down to the green wall of produce, to the fruit carts, to… Read More
Lately, Evaline has been coming to my bed in the morning hours and curling up as close as possible to me. This morning, she bumped her forehead against mine and told me, as she does every morning, I love you too, Mama. I hadn’t said a… Read More
Twelve years ago, we were new. Seemingly everyone in our world was, too. We spent our summer months in churches, on open lawns, in function halls. It was the season of new lives, of two becoming one, of buying flatware and woks from gift registries. I was twenty-two,… Read More
I find it increasingly fitting that as our school year unravels like a sweater with a loose thread, my children have become (much later than their peers) obsessed with the movie Frozen, and in particular, the anthem: Let It Go! Because, oh, we’re gone. I… Read More
The Frozen Moon 