It’s been a long day. I’ve been telling myself we’ll make it to bedtime with everyone’s sanity and hearts intact. I’ve been telling myself we’re doing great and it’s ok to be a little tuckered out. I’ve been telling myself I’m just a little tense with the old nerves, it’s been a long day, you…

I took this picture in April 2021, on a day Eric and I had to ourselves. As parents of young kids, we had learned early that the best getaways were the ones where we got the kids away and we could stay home ourselves. This day and a half to ourselves was perfect. Eric spent the night before on the playstation while I whittled hours…
I’ve been thinking about that strange paradox between living and grieving. We’re forced to do one but we need to do another. The one doesn’t leave much room for the other. The one often overshadows the other. Responsibilities don’t allow me room to do much reflecting. There are three rascals to feed, to hold, to dress, to bathe, to raise. There is a home to…

Something important is happening here, but I still can’t pin down what. It’s clear from my children’s happy days and satisfied sleeps that we’re making it. We keep making it. Each day arrives, and we’re still here, but now something new bids us forward into each morning. Is this joy? Is this hope? We made Christmas cookies this week. It’s taken us a couple of…
I am full of an awareness for this year’s advent. The preparation for a promise’s fulfillment. The promise of something good still to come. It feels like something important is happening here, but I can’t put my finger on it exactly. I see the moments as they unfold in front of me, and I know I will remember this season as “That was when.” In…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
scribbling along since 2013