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...
For You Who Have Loved Your Sisters
On this Thanksgiving, this day of joy and thanks living, we are sprawled around the home bearing the scars of our growing up and full to bursting with our memories. I have two sisters. (And a brother, but I've already told you about him.) We are sowed over the...
A Few of my Favorite Things: A Giveaway!!
Greetings to my people. I don't know about you but I am all in for the holiday season ... I started wrapping presents last night at 10:30 pm. I would have started earlier but it took me a half an hour to find the tape. Bring on the pilot nutcracker, the christmas...
Fair Trade Friday: Come Together Trading Company
So here is the real truth. I am a FIRM post-Thanksgiving Christmas decorator. Christmas Creep is the WORST. (Except in certain pre-deployment situations. We have had Christmas in October twice now. Twice. Such is the Army life.) But, I am going to talk about it...
More about Rocks, my big brother, and my dad. (Part 2 of 3).
To read Part 1, please click here... I have a half-brother, eleven years older than me, who, until college, was unable to have much contact with us. I spent most of my young childhood desperately wishing for an older brother. Two sisters just did not measure up at...
On veterans, giants, heroes, and my dad. (Part 1 of 3).
Editor's note: This is part one of a three part series on why I served. To all my veterans, my people, on this day, and every other - thank you. It's not enough, but it's what I have. Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace. The soul that...
How Great Thou Art: My Allume
My Allume always seems to happen in the margins. Thursday morning at 4:30 am, our fire alarm went off. Twice. It took me several minutes of confusion and panic to determine what the sound was and where it was coming from. There was no fire, no carbon monoxide, and...
Solidarity: Motherhood in the trenches.
I cried at the coffee table during MOPS today. (Mothers Of PreschoolerS, a group I attend because it feels like I have a million toddlers.) I cried because moving is hard. Making new friends is hard. Parenting four kids is hard. I cried because...
Happy Birth Day Baby Girl
My dearest darling baby girl.Welcome to the world. (August 25, 3:58 pm).Your journey through it will resemble your journey into it.Chaotic, messy, beautiful. Lots of tears. You shine bright in our story, your threads, they are stitching you minute by minute into...