Parenting ain’t always pretty

Sometimes parenting is a sonnet. Filled with moonlit, rocking chair, baby skin-to-skin moments. But sometimes, it is just not. Sometimes there are no words to beautify the exhausting moments of parenting. There is only a new kind of carpet cleaner cracked open for the...

I am most myself when

I am most myself when I am buried nose deep in the well-thumbed pages of a favorite, familiar, beloved book. I am most myself when I am rocking, cheek-to-cheek, breathing in the sweet breath of one of our slumbering boys. I am most myself when I am sitting in the back...
Ten things I learned from being snowbound for nearly ten days

So this is what “store houses” of snow looks like

Then the LORD answered Job out of the storm: He said: “Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge?” “Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me.” “Have you entered the storehouses of the...