*Credit for all photos to the talented JoEllen Moths ~ joellenann.com.* January 2018 Tears fall as I pull away from Isaac’s school, Maia ...

Hey, my friends, I gotta say this first: Your responses to my post from last night, both here and on my Facebook page, have been such hea...

Hey, my friends! So. It’s January 3rd, and I haven’t written in this space since August fourth. I’m pretty sure this is the first time in...

I walk alone by the river to clear my head after a long day. Well, that, and to burn off a few of the calories in that Chick-fil-a cookie...

Opportunities to write, to really write, are few and far between these days and bringing myself to this blank screen feels more intimidat...

I’m sitting at my usual Starbucks location this morning, outside for a change because this Colorado spring weather is literal fresh air t...

Friday morning gets off to a rough start. Both kids are extra, extra high-maintenance, and my irritability level is high. I speak to my sw...

The dream is poignant. Terrifying. We’re in Kansas City, and an unnamed social worker has located some distant member of Maia’s biologica...

These are ordinary days. Days of nose wiping and grilled cheese making and sibling spat refereeing. Days of giggles and cuddles, kisses a...

Hey, my friends. In case you’re new-ish around here, I want you to know that it is out of the ordinary for me to write on parenting. I te...

On Wednesday, I scribble a grocery list, load up kiddos and purse and diaper bag, and make the trek to Costco. I walk the massive aisles w...

I find myself pressed heavy into the couch on Thursday night, heart and body a thousand pounds of grief. I text a close friend in Colorad...

We talk of busyness, and how being surrounded by so much good often robs us of time for the best. How we long to live an intentional life...

RELEASE Let there be release for the bound up places. The places where fear has gripped tight and squeezed tighter. Let there be release ...

The doorbell rings once, then twice, urgently, in quick succession. Our Mother’s Day lunch with dear friends gets cut off before it even ...

It’s been months since I’ve participated in Five Minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s place. Why? I don’t know, other than my recent wri...

It’s dinner time. I throw a frozen pizza in the oven, quickly chop and cook some asparagus because this day has been somethin’ else. This...

In the last few months, I’ve been seeing a counselor regularly. It’s one of the best things I could possibly be doing in this season to i...

I sit down to write on Thursday evening. My children are sleeping and my husband’s at a prayer meeting, and for an hour or more, I flit b...

We dance and spin and fly around the room, my boy and I. Baby girl sits in her high chair, watching us with wide eyes. We’re pretty enter...