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...
On Deployment, and Hard Stories
Deployment is a cornerstone of our story. The story I am working on in book form. Miscarriages. Moves. Deployment. Loss. So much grief. So much grace. I've shared bits and pieces of the beginning here in this space, but now I am a wee bit stuck. See, now I have to...
Help Me To See. (Words for Martin Luther King Day)
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr I started this post over a year ago. I’m afraid. Afraid to speak. Afraid I will offend. Afraid of my own ignorance. Afraid of offering meaningless, tidy answers to...
On Fear, and Not Being Okay.
Two weeks ago, I had a paper cut on my wrist. By lunchtime, it was red and a little sore. By dinner, there were red streaks halfway up my forearm. By the time I swallowed the antibiotics in the emergency room, they were past my elbow. Oh, and a few years,...
Fair Trade Friday: Noonday
I talk a lot about fair trade here, and about redeeming our shopping choices, and about redemption in general, really. But before I go any further, there are a few things I need to say. one: Someone I love gently pointed out that maybe I was starting to sound a...
Top Gun – Part 3 of 3.
(For the beginning of the story, read part 1 and part 2.) Shaping my trajectory was a deep, abiding love for all things aviation. Top Gun was largely to blame for this. I was eight, rattling around my great-grandmother’s basement with my cousins during our family...
10 Fair Trade Lists To Shop From
It's #fairtuesday. And thanks to the super organized Christmas lady, I am shopping early. In our house, we subscribe to the "want, wear, read, need" policy on gift giving for our children. Every year we work on a little less excess, a little more service, and a lot...
A Sacrifice of Thanksgiving
It's the Sunday post-Thanksgiving and we are on the road back to our home. I am tucked up under Wee Man's Star Wars blanket meditating on the gift of this weekend with my parents, sisters, and their families. It's easy to clutch my coffee and look at the good life...