Earlier this fall, Mondays were my crazy-making day. They were the days I felt least productive, the most stretched, and the hardest pressed to home…
Thanksgiving
It’s 6:30 a.m. Thanksgiving morning. I’ve got a 23 lb. turkey stuffed to the gills with celery tops, apples, onions, carrots and parsley roasting, and…
The How
The Lord has been leading me, gently, on to a deeper place of remembering over the course of these last few weeks. After a summer…
Autumn
Growing up, I probably would have been voted Least Likely to Have a Kid Play Strings. Some of the highlights of my childhood include attending…
When Advice Isn’t What’s Needed
Just the other day, Mathaus emailed me regarding a book he’d purchased for the second half of a college course he’s taking. He bought it…
The Long Return Home
I’m sitting in a coffee shop, 7:30 in the morning, in downtown Phnom Penh. And so begins the transition home following two weeks of training…
Leaves
At long last, autumn arrived at Floating Axe Farm. Real autumn. You know… the part where the leaves drop.
Distractions
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Fall At The Farm
You know what we haven’t done in years? Visited a farm. Other than our own, of course.
Boys to Men
The beauty of Straddle Parenting is never lost on me. Oh, I’m the first to admit that parenting a preschooler in your 40s makes doing…