To My Husband {Family Letters Part I}

David, My soul has waited in silence for months now. And that's unusual for me, as you well know. I have always had words. Even if they aren't the right words. Or the finished words. There has always still been words.  To process the joys. To whisper together in my dormitory lobby in the wake... Continue Reading →

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Not In Our Early 20s Anymore {Brutally Honest Confessions}

One of the newest hashtags that David and I bandy about on a regular basis these days is "#notinourearly20sanymore." This could be used to aptly describe how exhausted we are by 8:30 pm. Or how we have both needed sudden and extensive (and expensive) dental work this summer. Or perhaps how my annual exam revealed... Continue Reading →

A Story To Tell {Of Deepening Lines}

Micah snuggles into my neck, leaving a sticky residue of pureed bananas and crumbling graham crackers on my tired shoulder. His chubby fingers intertwine themselves in my hair, and he giggles at the sensation. Abby twirls in her latest costume get-up, talking non-stop with every waking breathe. Talking and talking back. Smiling sweetly and stomping... Continue Reading →

A Silent September {A Personal Update}

I'm planning a silent September. Limited Facebook interaction other than checking one or two private groups that I'm part of. Less busy and more intentional working and playing and resting. More reading. More thinking. Maybe more writing. More kombucha making. I'm still working these details out... I've watched nine mamas struggle and laugh and groan... Continue Reading →

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