I wrote once about holding life in like you would a butterfly, gently and with open hands. It’s less inspirational to write about hands open and empty, once the butterflies fly away, or trees standing bare and frozen once all the leaves have fallen. It’s beautiful to let things go, until everything looks dead and void.Read More The Beauty of Letting Go?
I grew up imagining a life in which one day I would finally hit my stride. I would land the job. Buy the house. Marry the person. Have the child. And the rest would all be enjoyment and bliss and the greatest frustrations would arise when someone forgot to press “start” on the dishwasher at […]Read More Contrast
When my daughter was born, I used to wrap her tightly to my body using a long strip of fabric. Wearing her helped me get things done throughout the day – whether household or work outside the home. I would wear her while doing laundry. I would wear her while washing dishes. I would wear […]Read More Held
I started 2016 off the way I start every January – full of drive and optimism with a carefully color-coded planner and a pile of books to read. I know I’m not unique in this, almost everyone I know becomes more ambitious, dedicated and idealistic as January 1 draws near. I went to Florida […]Read More “F*ck this” and Farandolae – 2016 in Review
I’m keenly aware of my own propensity to self-destruction.
I forget, easily and frequently that I am a beloved person, made in the image of God to lovingly display who God is to those around me.Read More You’re good.
My word for 2014 is Joy. On December 31st though, as Ben and I were out and about eating poutine and visiting friends, a steady, silvery snow fell downy over the city. I hate snow. It freaks me out. I hate driving in it, I hate walking in it, I hate the fact that it’s […]Read More Choosing
There are many things I bemoan in this life, in our U.S. culture. The divisiveness. The unrelenting messages we’re fed that we don’t have enough, don’t make enough, and just plain aren’t enough. The fact that our children are growing up faster and faster, forgetting how to play younger and younger, captivated by screens, tainted […]Read More Deeper than Words
This is the third post in a series discussing the book Dangerous Presence by Jason Butler. You can read more or purchase the book here. “Americans typically don’t like risk. We see risk as bad, dangerous. Risk can get us into trouble, ruin our finances, and mess up our future. Most of the time, we […]Read More Dangerous Presence: Risk Management
He’s exactly what you would expect of a 6th grade boy. High energy, an alternately charming and maddening blend of extreme silliness and budding sarcasm, an affinity for jokes involving rude body noises and a distaste for homework. He can be tough, he puts effort in to his “devil may care” demeanor. Tried to cover […]Read More Did You Forget?
As I sit here trying to look back on this past year, I find myself feeling a little lost. I know completely, 100% who I am in this moment. I could tell you what breaks my heart, kick starts my mind or ignites my soul right off the top of my head. I could […]Read More looking back…