I’m done with perfect. She’s been my friend for decades but lately the cost has been way too high. When she’s around I forget to breathe deeply, joy is assigned a backseat and forgotten, and I drive around paralyzed by anxiety. I’ve even…
These pics above are from both December and January. You’ll forgive me. I loved the snow theme. We spent much of our January on the road. College of Bishops meeting in Florida. Reading, PA with family while Andrew was in…
I’ve been silent a good while. Listening. Wrestling. Homeschooling. I’ve taken that leap again…she who said she would never…ever homeschool…again. But after our move to GA Madeline was drowning with math that didn’t make sense and a month into our semester…
I can’t write while I’m moving. I can surf Zillow for our future, sketch plans of backyard gardens, move furniture in my mind. I jot down new recipes and pin color schemes. Before I can make sense of the rest of…
It has tugged and pulled at me all day, that question Emily Wierenga was wrestling with: the why of writing. Why do I continue to push the Publish button and send out small earth-filled offerings. Why DO I write? …