An Open Letter to Teachers in 2020
School is out for all of us now. Did you know I wept through the wave parade you threw for our children? I cried for the sacrifices you made and for what you lost this year as well. You may have missed out on Field days and sticky goodbyes and end of year parties...
On Cultivating Roots
The bus stop crew was a haphazard gaggle of suburban stereotypes who never failed to defy them. In a modern twist, I was often outnumbered by the dads, bundling their kiddos off to school while mom was at work. The coffee was universal though. Big silver tumblers...
Indivisible – A Review
If you've followed this blog for any amount of time, you might remember I took a little trip to Hollywood to walk the red carpet, courtesy of Mom's Night Out, the incredible generosity of the Erwin brothers, and a dear woman with a heart for military spouses. (Who...
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down
I’ve been quiet for a lot of reasons over the past few months. I haven’t written a word for myself. For reasons most of you know, or can guess. Moving is hard, transition is hard, new jobs are hard, and so it goes. But I will tell you this. In the midst of bearing...
In the Middle (2 of 3).
Start here to read part 1. I've been knocking around these last few weeks in Georgia with a low level weight on my chest and a skim coat of panic in the back of my throat, and if you ask...
A Short Love Letter to Here (1 of 3)
*I wrote this just before we left in the days where we didn't know where we would live in San Antonio and still in the throes of goodbye. I've got lots more to say but we've been going like our hair is on fire and I'm a good month behind. (Moving // part 1 of 3)...
On Goodbye
It’s hot outside my window right now, with the sun pouring through the trees, painting off kilter patterns on the hardwood. But if you slide down the embankment by the wood shed into the old railroad cut and follow the trail straight back to the civil war era...
On Being Undressed in Church
I’m two days late, but what I have to say doesn’t fade with time, and sure isn’t limited to Resurrection Sunday. We were sharply dressed on Sunday, a rarity for this crew. And we were color coordinated, which is even more rare, considering the unusual fashion...
The Ordinary Extraordinary
(I published a version of this last year, but in I needed this for myself in amidst the groundhog days of parenting colliding with big change on the horizon. My song has faltered a bit lately so I'm retuning my voice.) My bigs played in the mud this weekend....