I have the weekend off and it’s miserable. Yes, you heard me right. For the past 48 hours my amazing husband has given me the gift of solitude and I’m going bonkers. Allow me to share the backstory: in short, silence and solitude are not my strong suit. Shocking, I know. But with the initials... Continue Reading →
Mom Guilt: Moving from Fear to Courage
There's been a doozy of discoveries recently as the next area of my life needing to be healed has been revealed. It first pierced my consciousness when a close friend was sharing about the guilt she feels as she explores ways to support her son's education. Instead of feeling proud of the effort and exploration... Continue Reading →
Painting The Front Door: 12 laborious steps that will freshen up your exterior while kicking your posterior!
Our new house is set back in the woods and is entirely magical. Deer, birds, lizards, caterpillars, a bubbling creek, berry bushes and 5 barefoot kids fill out the property, making the whole thing feel like you've entered a simpler time teeming with tranquility and life. Our front door, however, didn't seem to convey that... Continue Reading →
Happy 9th Birthday, Sam!
To my second son, my first red-head, and the one who introduced me to home birth and baseball.To my son who embodies boyhood and bravery and inspires me to love both. To my son who is 100% tough and 100% tender all at the some time, leaving me feeling safe and vulnerable all at the... Continue Reading →
Reflections On This First Anniversary of My Dad’s Death
Today marks a full year since my father died. And while that sentence still feels odd, I'm adjusting to this new reality, which also feels odd. The waves of sadness still crash against my heart at unexpected times, the questions from my children (and myself) still flow regularly, and I still occasionally pick up my... Continue Reading →
Grieving at Christmas: Weary Rejoicing
Christmas Eve 2012 found me crying quietly by candlelight as I held my baby daughter. My husband and I had just moved to Philadelphia with our 3 young children. We were in our early 30's and we felt disoriented. Lost. Weary. Our drive to church, like every other week's drive, was littered with homeless and... Continue Reading →
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