I’m noticing a disturbing trend as I allow God to dismantle and rearrange the Christianity I grew up with. I was talking with friends last night- the cumulative venting of parenting, faith and our current versions of isolation. My friend and I lamented that as …
As of Friday, we officially logged our third week of covid-induced homeschool. Maybe you’re right about there with me…welcome. With a full 14 days under my belt- I’m feeling confidently uncertain- which makes me the best possible person to teach others how to marginally succeed …
As a “pastor’s kid” for most of my life, I was bubble wrapped pretty snugly in protestant church culture long before I could say “Bible”. In many ways my childhood was idyllic, and I’m grateful for the foundation laid then that started me on a …
I have a confession: Sunday morning, after my usual slow moving, coffee and protein bite, I only lasted about 30 minutes into the morning before engaging in an argument with one of my kids. I mean, he was certainly wrong. But so was my reaction. …
In light of feedback from my last blog post, I feel the need to explore the idea of people pleasing and dreaming in more depth. Often when we think of the people in our lives that put limits on us and our dreams, we imagine …
Between my lackluster performance as a homeschool mom distance learning aid, and my recent inability to operate a calendar, I’ve been a bit behind on our foster adoption updates! When social distancing first began in March, we were just two classes away from finishing our …
You guys…. (Sorry. I totally just lost my train of thought. Nope- that’s not even true. My train of thought derailed about two weeks ago, and is probably stuck in a ditch or river somewhere. I looked up images for derailed trains; it’s not pretty.) …
I’m notorious for selectively eating things. Before I had diabetes, I would pick out the cookie dough chunks from the cookie dough ice cream (and I would try to smooth the gaping holes over as though my family were idiotic enough to believe that Breyer’s …
I shuffled into a line at my daughter’s school behind other parents, each concealing our emotions over the coronavirus with varying degrees of success. One woman barely made eye contact while murmuring, “I can’t believe this is happening.” Some were quiet; others, like myself, were …
My husband and I are in the process of becoming licensed to foster/adopt through DCF a second time. I promised at the beginning of my journey that I’d give you updates in real time, so you can be part of this process with me. This …