It’s May, so of course I’m running. It’s the end of year EVERYTHING. Parties and games and concerts. Not to mention teacher gifts, Mother’s Day, and in our house a birthday and anniversary. But this Memorial Day I’m literally running. And...
This is a real life story that feels a bit like a fairy tale. Because had you told me a few years ago that I would be co-hosting a podcast that I record in my basement guest bedroom, I would have said it was make believe. The story goes something like this:...
Yesterday was a Roe v Wade anniversary. Which means my Facebook feed was talking at me about it from two distinct standpoints: celebration (with a little bit of in your face, we keep winning) and despair (with a little bit of in your face righteousness). This is how...
A paper chain. Remember those? Red and green alternating construction paper looped and stapled together to count down the days until Christmas? Since I haven’t done one since my own childhood the thought is part nostalgia, part simplicity of Christmas...
I often speak to MOPS groups. They are my people. Moms who are exhausted and don’t care really what I say because they’re so happy to be eating a plate of food that is still hot when they sit down that they don’t have to share with anyone else. So no...
I have four children. When one of them is upset she can make a ruckus. A loud, whiny, complainy ruckus. And when there is a clashing of ideas of how things should go or did go, often many voices speak at once. There is so much noise I can’t hear the...
