No good deed goes unpunished.

I look out our kitchen window to see frosty air pressed against everything. I turn the knob to the storm door and find the interior handle is frosted. I give our bulldog an aggressive nudge to hasten his speed out the door. You should start your husband’s car for him. No. I pull on my…

To my dear reader.

Oh friend, how I’ve missed you in January.  We’ve been running hard toward February. So let’s just breathe one gargantuan sigh of relief together. Take it in. Yes, just like that. Now let it out.  Phew.  We see you, February.  I don’t know about you, but we’ve been handcuffed to the house with snot and…

Surrounded by a band of ukuleles.

A week had to pass before I could recount this terrible experience in writing. Last week, sometime after 8 PM, our doorbell rang. I was certain it was UPS, but Drew heard a commotion. We were all upstairs. I was in my pajamas because it was after lunch. Drew went to investigate, and as he…

You fight for us well, dear.

Ahem, ahem. It’s my sugarbabe’s day o’ birth, and I‘d like to honor him with some words. One of his best qualities is his loyalty. In fact, I often call him my Doberman. Though my Drew is particularly even-keeled, try to attack one of his people. Try. One of his people happens to be his…

Maybe we just need a friend.

This phase of parenting little ones can be isolating and all-consuming, rife with insecurity. This phase is marked with a million opinions, where even strangers are quick to supply parenting advice. We’re swimming through a daunting world of well-meaning you should’s, desperate for measurable progress, or really any sign, to confirm we’re raising these impressionable…

An Open Letter to My Firstborn.

For moms wrestling with the transition to additional children. To My Eldest Child— I had not a clue how intoxicating being a mother—being your mother—would be. God chose you to make me a mama, and I have been changed for the better ever since. You have impacted me tremendously over the past couple years, and…

I intended to raise an effective communicator.

I love words. They emote. They encourage. They connect. Even as a young person, I loved words. So much so that I had vocabulary flashcards. (It’s hard being this cool.) So of course, we would endeavor to raise an effective communicator. Of course.  An effective communicator would benefit society. After all, aren’t most of our problems…

Choosing to believe God is good.

I’ve been struggling with the words in this post, though I’m hopeful you or somebody you know needs them. I’m sharing a link to our pastor’s latest book–Hope in the Dark. Not because Craig Groeschel is our pastor. Not because it sold out in two days, eventually becoming unavailable due to demand. Not because this…