If you’ve been following along with me for a little while now, you would not be surprised that I am approaching 2018 with expectation. With hopes for new challenges to come my way. It is both an exciting place to be and a frustrating one. To have no idea what your role is in the… Continue reading Caramel lattes and advice for when you find yourself with no roadmap
Last year my husband came home with a sailboat. Well, he came home with the news that he had bought a sailboat, the actual boat he had moored just a 40 minutes drive from our house, in the cove at the bottom of my grandmother’s property in Chester. My husband took to sailing very quickly,… Continue reading On finding home, your safe and solid ground
“To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees – these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain. But, I’m learning that recognizing and leaning into the discomfort of vulnerability teaches us how… Continue reading Showing up
It all started a few weeks ago when I woke up on a Monday morning feeling sick. If you’re a mother of little ones you’ll know all too well the next thought that ran through my head, which went something like this: Nooooo, not today. Not on a day when my kids are home with… Continue reading A sick day, a hair dryer, and thoughts on a life well lived
Photo by Isaac Davis on Unsplash I wake one morning this week and drag my feet to the kitchen where the coffee is waiting to be poured. I plop down into the chair in the living room and open the Henri Nouwen book I’ve been rereading, Life of the Beloved. My husband looks up from… Continue reading A prayer for today
Things have been a little crazy around here lately. My boys are busy growing and with that comes a seemingly endless cycle of tantrums, outbursts of crying, yelling, fighting. There are many days I want to run away and hide from it all. There are many times I feel angry at this lot I’ve been… Continue reading Is God in this mess?
I stand in my kitchen preparing a berry crumble for that night’s dessert. I’ve settled the boys in their beds for nap time. Outside a painter is working on the front of our house. With a small paint brush he makes strokes up and down on the brown cedar shingles, turning them a lovely shade… Continue reading Inside the Painter’s house