This is the longest we’ve ever lived in one place. Its been five years. After moving every two it was hard to get used to the idea of being settled-ish. And I’ve had a complicated relationship with our rental house. I’ve talked about it quite a bit over the last five years. How we have been reluctant renters. How I’ve had to learn that your house is only as small as your hospitality. And that it’s really only in this keep reading…
I am a reluctant renter. Have been for years. Our house is small, it has faux bricks that constantly fall off the kitchen walls and carpets that, well, let’s just say we have three kids under the age of six and leave the rest up to your imagination. For years my small house has stunted my hospitality. I’ve always loved to have friends over. I’m not awesome with a glue gun and I do not have any real furniture arranging keep reading…
If you’re visiting from Ann’s place today – welcome. I think that trying to survive motherhood while under the impression that other mothers somehow have it all together is dreadfully discouraging. So on this blog I do my best not to dress up motherhood. I try to tell it straight. Like what we want our daughters to know about the mean girls or how some days we want to quit motherhood before the first bowl of cereal has been served. You’re keep reading…
We all have them, right? Those things around the house – those chores, those foibles, those weird little nooks and crannies that we would really rather avoid. Would rather put our feet up on the furniture, lick the brownie bowl and pretend we don’t see. Or hope the hubs sees and is moved to pity. You know the ones, right? Here are a few of mine, since I started keeping track this week and realized I’m either crazy or in keep reading…
I work from a desk in the corner of our kids’ small playroom. Full time. Usually more. For two years now. Managing social media {and the website (in)courage} for DaySpring, the Christian subsidiary of Hallmark. It’s the most rewarding job I’ve ever had. Right now there is a baby girl at my feet playing an annoying musical toy and two boys playing the Wii in the living room. There is a small, wet dog asleep in her bed on the keep reading…
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Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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