The end of the story

Each Christmas I pull out my little stable and figurines, dusting them off after a year in confinement. Setting them up in our living room, I tell my children the story that the tableau represents. Mary and Joseph traveled to Bethlehem. Mary was pregnant and had to give birth in a barn. The shepherds came … Continue reading The end of the story


There was a disconnect between what I meant in my head and what came out of my mouth. A good friend of ours was getting married and things were not going as planned. We showed up to the church five minutes before the ceremony began...did I mention that Elijah and Cora were in the wedding?! … Continue reading {Disconnect}

I don’t want to be a hypocrite

This is the third post in a series on guilt. If you are just joining in, here's Part 1 and Part 2. :: Here's the thing, I am struggling through this right now. In fact, most of what I right about here are the things I am wrestling with. This place is where I have chosen … Continue reading I don’t want to be a hypocrite

This weekend…

I talked to my husband without any interruption from our children. I slept in till nine on a Saturday morning. I ate coconut pecan french toast. I browsed a used book store. I only had one child. I sat up talking with adults. I got a full night's, uninterrupted sleep. I ate onion rings at … Continue reading This weekend…