Some perspectives are better than others

Some perspectives are better than others

Pete and I are 35 and still have never owned a house. We rent a quirky little home with a backyard that is at times better suited to bundu-bashing than games of baseball or catch. The carpets are stained with melted play-doh and mud has been tracked in irreversible...
Some perspectives are better than others

A “tall mom” falls down

This is the tweet that our church’s youth pastor sent after our family concluded its first photo shoot in a decade: Yes, folks, this beautiful picture, which was taken outside our church came at the cost of my chin, my pride, and as it turned out, a dangerous...

Laundry

Sometimes my mind is as cluttered as my house. After a long week, the laundry piled high on the table tells the tale of what we’ve been up to. Who wore what when. There are many stains. I pass that pile every night on the way to my bedroom and promise myself I...
Some perspectives are better than others

Open arms

Some days life comes at you in a fast, blurry, haze. You have to take a step back before it knocks you down. You adjust your focus and still can’t quite see things clearly. All you know for sure is that motherhood is a series of meals half eaten but never while...

The perfect storm

It was an idyllic Friday – 8 hours of totally kid-free couple time. I should have known that that was just the quiet before the storm; the moment in Jaws where the couple is splashing playfully in the water enjoying a romantic midnight dip oblivious to the gory fate...