the /grace/ between
The grace poured out between.
On Keeping Them Safe
(Trigger warning: Brief mention of suicide and self harm.) When I turned forty, I thought I said goodbye to a decade of being tired. Chuckbob wasn’t even a thought. COVID was months away. // I remember when my Second Son was just weeks old, and I was a fresh mom...
Hello World
(I wrote this not quite a year ago as we were prepping for our move to Texas, and just found the draft. It feels appropriate to post it here when my anxiety flares and lately the world feels more terrifying and less beautiful) (June, 2018). Hello world. I watched a...
On Roots and Wings …
My oldest daughter is 11 now, halfway through the first year of middle school and sprouting her baby wings. If I’m being honest, it’s terrifying. I was meditating on that when I started a Bible study on Genesis (through my church) and we discussed how Moses wrote...
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...