On a sense of perspective

On a sense of perspective

To be caught on the winds of the evening and cast up high, high into God’s sunset is to see the world through different eyes. Looking down far I see with fresh perspective how very small we are in all this wide expanse of majesty that we barely notice when it isn’t...
How to take your home with you

How to take your home with you

Home is where you don’t have to care if you have morning hair. Home is where you can slurp the last of your soda and suck every delicious drop of juice-running-down-your-elbows deliciousness out of a ripe nectarine.  Home is where you can wear your PJs all day...
A birthday, a present, and a beach

A birthday, a present, and a beach

The Gypsy Mama turns one today. It’s been the most beautiful year. Because of YOU. Your sense of humor, your honesty, your understanding, and your stories. I think I’ve fallen a little bit in love with you this year. {Blushes; scuffs feet.} And I wanted to...
On running on empty

On running on empty

There have been days lately when I’ve felt like a crazy person at the center of a three ring circus of my own making. What I can’t figure out is if I am called to be at the center of the big top right now or if I stumbled in by accident. Either way I find...