From this spot in my bedroom, I see the Lake of Laundry at the foot of the bed, swelling after a week of wash, dry, and dump into a heap before repeating the cycle, before running out the door to our next great adventure. From… Read More
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 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
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
I spent the morning reading an abandoned, unfinished novel that I put up on the shelf just as my photography business started to take off. Alex, curious to see me with word documents open, rather than editing pictures, asked, So,are you going to be an… Read More
My children are currently playing quietly throughout the house, building LEGOs in one room, imagining a magical ball with Barbie in another, some occasional sounds of explosions and whispered exclamations from Asher in the bedroom. Despite our slow start, the day ahead of us remains… Read More
The Frozen Moon 