when you don’t want anger or grief to be part of your story.

When she said the word, fragile, I almost started crying. This was it. I had been feeling especially something but hadn’t known what until she said the word. It felt like permission and grace and relief to name what was true for me. Only a matter of days before, I had named how utterly depleted I felt,…

what’s saving my life this summer.

With an enthusiastic & busy three-year-old and a sleepy, homebody 4-month-old, these summer days tend to fall into one of two categories. The first category is the “I’m going to make it” sort-of-day. The kind of day that I am able to finish a load of laundry AND put it away, where I drink some…

when being healed feels more like being eaten.

I don’t know when you last did something that terrified you, but I did something just last week that felt “scary beyond all reason” to quote one of my favorite Disney movies. I wish I was exaggerating, but it was one of the hardest things my peace-loving heart has ever done. And before you give…

the grieving, grateful cake with mocha frosting.

Today marks two years. Two years of living in Pennsylvania. July 21, 2015: the day we left the West Coast and boarded that plane, without a return ticket. Today felt especially sad to me. As I sat in the emotion that an anniversary can bring,  I realized that part of why it felt so hard…

what makes a story beautiful.

Our sweet girl turned three on June 25. It was a special day to celebrate her, that started with her putting on a “bootiful dess” (beautiful dress) and eating German pancakes on the porch and ended with cheesecake and a tired, happy, grateful girl being tucked into her bed. Celebrating her life always brings back…

the prayer that never fails.

One of my dear friends  is about to give birth to her baby any day now. She has had a challenging pregnancy, complicated by the fact that she has been living in one of the hottest states in our country. There have been numerous family and job related struggles in recent months. She and her…