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...

"You need a break - a chance to really get away and rest." My husband's words felt like refreshing water to my parched soul and yet I immediately began to state all the reasons why this was simply impossible: homeschooling the kids, regular commitments, and...

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...

I opened the news app on my phone to see the breaking news of yet another powerful leader who has been found guilty of sexual harassment in the workplace. I read the story and sighed with anger and sadness as I thought of the many...

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...

We’ve been moving out of my parents’ house and into our new home over the last three weeks and we are so thrilled to have our own space. However, as every adult knows, moving is not for the faint of heart. Moving reveals the unsearchable...

One of my good friends has in her living room a very large jar of marbles which are noticeable to anyone who enters her house. I remember when she got them I couldn't help but ask, "Why the marbles?" To which she responded, "They each...

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...

I was at work last Thursday when I received the call from the school that every parent dreads: My eight-year-old daughter had been discovered with nits in her hair, on suspicion of lice. Actually, she was not alone. A bunch of children in the class had...