What is it with us moms? We’re so often so focused on finding the great recipes to feed our people, picking the perfect read-aloud, or…
Borrowed, returned
This has been a good house– a really, really good house. Even though it was never ours, even though our hearts always knew it was…
It’s always something
From 2009 to 2014, I waited. I waited to get to Nepal, because then, things would settle down for a bit. In Nepal, I said,…
Home {On people, space, and the things that matter.}
Hold on, to me as we go As we roll down this unfamiliar road And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you’re…
Perfectly imperfect
Dear lady standing next to me at the public bathroom sink, Yes, I have an issue, and it’s called OCD. The chemical misfires in my…
It {what parents fear most}
We all blink. All of us. Good parents blink. Bad parents blink. Even those of us in-the-middle, just-trying-to-be-decent parents blink. In the seconds when we…
Keep the small things big
A friend, whose oldest child is inching towards kindergarten, asked me recently what advice I had to offer. As a member of the Mom With…
Turning the demons into salt and light
Early last week, as we were pulling up to a small church under construction in northern Myanmar, I was asked to speak to the believers,…
5 a.m., Tuesday morning
When my alarm rings at 5 a.m. Tuesday mornings, I’ll admit, I hesitate for a moment before crawling out of bed. I think, “Maybe this…
Today is tomorrow’s yesterday
How many days have I wished away? How many hours have I simply endured? How many seasons have I pressed past, rather than embraced?