On Mornings When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It {Not Even the Second Cup}

Some mornings I write because there is a burning passion in my soul to explain a perspective, share a heartbreak, rejoice in a moment. Then, there are other times I write, because my everything about my being - spirit, soul and body - is tired and needs to find its wings again. This morning would...

A Breathe for Your Weekend {Peonies & Birth Plateaus}

As you all probably know, I am a birth doula. I hold a bachelor's in journalism. A master's in curriculum and instruction. Six+ years as a middle school teacher. But, yes, I call myself primarily neither teacher nor writer, but rather doula. In the Greek, "A woman's servant." Emotional and physical support. A nurturer. Someone...

Something is Blooming {And it’s more than the peonies}

I think I surprise my husband with my taste in flowers. Even I have to admit that my preferences are a little strange. For example, I could care less about roses. I don't like potted plants (because I kill them in Colorado). Most store-bought bouquets just don't express the wild loveliness that I would prefer...

Adventure {The Search for Life-Giving Simplicity}

As I load Abby up in my aging, white jeep, day after day, I pose a question to set the tone for our outing, set the tone for my heart, and, hopefully, set the tone for the precious years of her childhood. "Abby, do you want to go on an adventure? Do you want to...

Two New Loves {Date Night & Kombucha}

David and I got into a fight a few months ago. This is a rare occurrence in our nearly 12 years of friendship and 8.5 years of marriage, as neither of us tend to verbally express our frustration with one another...until the emotions boil over. (If you know my amazing husband, then be assured that...

A Bit More Catching Up {As 14 Months of Abby AND Summer Threaten to Run Away}

So, yes, I know that I already wrote a blog post this week on finding the "Best Yesses." And, yes, I know that I was woefully behind in my updates prior to that. But, I'm turning over a new leaf. A summer leaf. One that allows me to feed my soul and nourish my spirit....

Spirit Breathing {Something I’m Not Good At}

This moment. I keep returning to it. Gazing. Embracing. Reveling. It embodies so much joy and sorrow and rejoicing and accepting. Truly, "my cup runneth over with goodness and mercy..." With joy that God's miraculous gift of Abigail Nichelle is alive and well and laughing and giggling. With sorrow over griefs new and old that...