When personal space is a thing of the past

When personal space is a thing of the past

It’s late. Me and my computer are spending some quality time together. I get up to use the restroom for the – oh I lose track of the number of times. I pass a set of ten toes in the hallway. And a curly head. He’s sitting in the doorway reading by the light of the...
Legos, they’re not just for kids

Legos, they’re not just for kids

The waves of this pregnancy break over my belly in tired, tight ripples warning me that I’ve done too much. I feel her kicking as my side tightens and my muscles groan in familiar protest. 29 weeks. It feels heavy. Weighty. To have the responsibility of growing...
Where do you write?

Where do you write?

I carve out space to write in between toy boxes and Buzz Lightyear. Some days I trip over lego masterpieces and get tangled up in home-made dog leashes for the dog my youngest son hopes we will one day have. I write between the elephant mobile my mom’s youngest...
How to give comfort without using words

How to give comfort without using words

There was a time when we felt that the only word we heard from God was, “no.” It was painful. We learned all the lessons they teach you in Sunday School about being refined by fire. But in real time. There was nothing romantic about it. Not even the...