Asher came to me, from helping clean his bedroom, with a book tucked under his arm. I stood at my computer, editing, burning, prepping a post office run for work and a gallery for a client. Busy. I want you read this to me. He… Read More
While walking and talking business with a good friend, I was marveling aloud at how blessed I have been, finding myself able to enjoy what I do, in a field that was completely unexpected, and to be able to help support my family. She is… Read More
So, the story goes, a happily single girl returned home from Romania to finish out her senior year of college and return to an unmarried (potentially) life of servanthood overseas. But then, there was this guy. Twelve years, lots of late nights in Weymouth, one wedding,… Read More
Scroll down to read Beautiful – but after writing it late last night, Lila was up and princessing it again this morning and I had to catch it in a few pictures. If you can’t find a man as good as your father, find one… Read More
I remember wooden church pews, wrapping my arm around my mother’s arm and watching her hands as they rested on her lap or turned through the delicate pages of her Bible. I remember holding mine up beside hers and studying the two: large and small,… Read More
Lila had her kindergarten screening. I don’t like the wording, don’t like to consider my daughter something to be “screened” and placed as part of a track, especially one based on how well she can parrot back her ABC’s or if she draws all ten… Read More
It’s a smooth rectangle box with flowers on top. It plays Edelweiss when it is wound-up and it has a miniature skeleton key that fits in a small lock. I don’t wear much for jewelry, but it holds the few things I have. My high… Read More
We were leaving the grocery store and I was that woman with the three small children draping themselves over the sides of the carriage, arms flailing, heads tilting back, wild cries belting up to the heartless, cloudy skies. Pulling up to the van to unload… Read More
Every so often, I am struck by the great meaninglessness of things. Sometimes, it’s my third trip to the grocery store in one week, the constant restocking of necessities. Bread. Milk. Eggs. Paper towels. Repeat. Sometimes, it’s the empty feeling after watching your team collapse… Read More
The Frozen Moon 