I was a helicopter pilot in my former life. And for the first four years of my daughter’s life, I wrestled with what that meant for our family. God is gracious though, and I love that part of our story now, marveling at the beauty...
It has been a hard day. My toddler dumped out an entire container of baking powder with a whole bag of coffee grounds and created his own special "$8 art project" on my kitchen counter. While I was cleaning up this mess and mourning the...
What is it about beginnings anyway? Such a two-sided coin: all the anticipation of what good may come, with the shadows of doubt, dread, and despair lingering nearby; always poised to creep closer, frenemies forever willing to help us "keep it real." SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD...
"Mommy, did you see me?" my nine year old daughter asked expectantly as she ran up the stairs after her gymnastics class. She has been working hard on perfecting her back walk-over and wanted to know if I saw that today she had finally nailed...
Hi Ladies, I am so excited to introduce you to my friend, Laura Taggart, one of the wisest, godliest women I know with some great advice for us on reducing holiday stress as we head into Christmas this weekend. We've spent a lot of time this...
I want to be Imogene Herdman for Christmas. In the past, I’ve always identified with Mary. We’ve been pregnant a lot around Christmas in the past decade. Pregnant, or grieving the loss of an unborn babe. I think of her physical feelings, and her discomfort. Her emotions...
How much do you know about your family history? As a young girl, I remember listening while my great-grandmother, born in 1900 to an English immigrant and his wife, sat in a puffy blue recliner weaving together stories about the "way things were" in the rural Midwest. My...
Advent season is my favorite.I am usually in a daze of wonder for the whole of December. Star stricken by the Divine humanity. It is a well from which to draw all year long.The clearest memories I have of Christmas as a child are threefold. I...
It’s the Wednesday pre-Thanksgiving and I am listening to Christmas music, baking bread, and feeding spiced apple cider to my big and the neighbor girls whom I adore. It’s easy, isn’t it, with the actual smell of Thanksgiving in the air, to clutch my mug...
Nearly ten years ago I walked into our house in Cheverly, Maryland for the first time, but it wasn't yet our house. We had been looking at the house next door when we ran into the next door neighbor who told us their house was...