I didn’t get out of bed until 11am. Yesterday I took a mid-day nap and fell asleep reading shoulder to shoulder with our oldest at 8pm. Motivation has withered. Purpose is foggy. I applied at the library- the library, friends. The very one which holds my book on its shelf, and I couldn’t even get an interview. Bryan has applied …
Reminders in the Sky
To date there is no other place I experience God so right-here-present-and-close-I-could-taste-Him near as when I sit among the expanse of green meadow behind David Arm’s Gallery in historic Leiper’s Fork. The ways the trees sway, conducting classical music coming from inside. The adirondack chairs, the open fields, the yellow leaf bursts against a sapphire sky. Up, up, up a …
Crying in the Walmart Parking Lot
I cried in the Walmart parking lot. I cried because there are moments I still feel so damn new in this place. I cried because I’d been on the phone for hours trying to find a local doctor for our family and the earliest appointment is April. April, people. I cried because I’m PMSing and desperately need In N Out …
The Power of Gentle Words
He’s a whirlwind of creativity. I can tell when he gets that squinty, far-off look in his eyes that an idea is simmering and he must.act.NOW! Out comes the paper… run run run… rummage, rummage for watercolors…run run run… “Mom, where are the brushy things?” It’s like watching a tornado in fast-forward. He literally sweeps up everything in his path, …
Social Media, CS Lewis and Chilling Out
I wonder if CS Lewis were alive today, would he be a regular on Instagram stories or Facebook Live? Would he really care? This blog is a safe space to share and talk and I’d like to do that with you about something that’s been on my heart: The tension between being still and being online. I say tension because …
Responding yes as a Guest
When Ty turned four he wanted to celebrate his birthday with a dance party and homemade chocolate chip cookies on the front lawn. Turned out to be the simplest, sweetest celebration. As we know, the size of a party is affected by the response to four little letters at the end of an invitation: RSVP. Have you ever thought about …
Dear Dad: Dreams
Dad, I miss you. May have something to do with the boys starting 1st and 3rd grade – getting so big they reach my shoulder – that makes me wish you were coming over to see them after school and ask about their day. I don’t know what time would look like with them now because it’s been so long …
LEARNING & LOVING
Last year I posted LEARNING & LOVING and thought it would be fun to turn this into a monthly letter. One where we share back and forth. Celebratory chain-mail, if you will. But not the weird kind, like if you sign up then suddenly you get gremlin stickers in droves. In no particular order, here’s what I’m LEARNING & LOVING …
For my Mama Friends Who Are Doubting Themselves
This morning one of our children (who will remain nameless) was found with a rare lego that he may have *ahem* stolen from a *public place* because he *needed it.* After all, the lego was *gifted to him* so he said (at least he didn’t shove it up his nose). Help us all. I’m raising a dishonest manchild. Anyone know …
Pasture Premier: Come As WE Are
In June I collaborated with Kim Leggett from City Farmhouse, Franklin – a kind soul and creative designer – at her event venue in Franklin’s Factory. I shared on the topic of #realisthenewperfect, a chapter from my book, Choosing REAL. Women from the community gathered in her whimsy space to drink wine, enjoy nibbles and meet over authenticity and faith …