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
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
Wiping down the table, re-stacking the ever growing (and ever-tipping) pile of homeschool books, I grumble. This week is too much. Too many nights away from home. Church obligations, house hunting, homeschooling, babysitting, client communications, editing, album design, portrait sessions, baby showers, house offers and house… Read More
They come in with fistfuls, crushed, warm and wilted in their palms. Dirt under their fingernails, smudged on their cheeks, they each come forth and bring me the soft, yellow riches of their dandelion harvest, the first for this year with it’s late birthing spring. The broken mess of… Read More
I joke that they’ll write tell-all books about me. That one day these children of mine will be full grown and will share their stories with therapists over how awkwardly I fumbled through motherhood: too loud, too quiet, too harsh, too lenient, too many trips to… Read More
On Easter Sunday, between early morning egg hunting and setting up for a church brunch and the start of the morning service, I walked into the quiet sanctuary, stared up at the green projector image proclaiming in simple and neat font: He is risen! And… Read More
It’s a gray Friday morning. My four children are stomping their feet and chanting nonsense around a kitchen chair (which they are also using as a make-shift drum, hammering it with colored pencils.) Tonight, my husband and I will attempt to tone this act down,… Read More
When she came to my bedside last night, in the early hours of the morning, I felt her before I could see the shadow of her carved out against the black. In the bed, she stayed closer than close, arms around my neck, forehead to my… Read More
It’s nine in the morning and I walked out with my camera to see the aftermath. Because I’m nosy. Because it was the house just on the other side of my neighbor. Because I was awoken by a barking dog and a curious husband and… Read More
The Frozen Moon 