This will pass. This will pass. This will pass. This will…can you PLEASE just do what I’ve asked without being disrespectful to me or annoying to your siblings? …pass. This will pass. It has to. I’m telling myself this as I load the dishwasher, with… Read More
I’m home today for the first time this week. In a week of busyness, of work and holidays and the remnants of Christmas cheer blending into blizzards and the starting of a new year, last night I slept in my own bed for the first… Read More
We were driving yesterday, or the day before, a long stretch of road that we drive often. Two of the four kids were sleeping and I was watching the sky overhead, the bare bones of tree limbs, scratching at gray clouds. We were going quickly… Read More
I’m just going to go ahead and be honest here. I had a moment last week, a whole week moments, really, a week of lessons that quickly devolved into little more than coloring and writing letters to Santa and watching Veggie Tale movies about the… Read More
Wait. Expect. Ponder. Wonder. Eleven months of rushing, racing, scrambling over top of ourselves, for this. This short moment each year, where we sit and we wait. We expect. We ponder. We see the wintry world through the eyes of our children and through our… Read More
There was a quiet snowfall. Cinematic clumps of white, drifting and swirling down to the church parking lot, where I stood, chin to the sky, mouth open. About half a dozen kids and I, giggling and licking at the winter sky. Welcome, winter. Welcome, Christmas… Read More
If memory serves correctly, (which is a pretty big “if” these days), I was eight going on nine. It was the summer between third and fourth grade and I was wearing an acid washed denim skirt, riding in the passenger seat of my mom’s Ford… Read More
Evaline is my slowest speaker, but also the best of my children at saying what she needs, when she needs it. Lately, this need has been me. I will be standing at the counter when she comes alongside me and slides her little fingers into… Read More
I doodled with my kids this week, Christmas and winter themed pictures. Gift boxes. Trees. Snowmen. As I laid down a crudely drawn ornament on the table for Asher to color in, Alex marveled at the works of my hands. You’re a great artist, Mama.… Read More
I was approaching eight months pregnant and on the treadmill at my parents house. I had turned the TV in their living room enough so that I could see it in the next room, where I jogged/walked with my watermelon of a belly. This was… Read More
The Frozen Moon 