I remember those shoes. They were glossy white, patent leather, with straps that slipped into tiny buckles adorned with sparkly...

I felt like a little kid when, on a recent flight from Ohio to California, I snagged a window seat. I’d look out and pretend that I knew...

I stayed up late again to watch a Hallmark Christmas movie, ignoring the pile of dishes that had crawled from the sink to the counters....

As the number that is my age climbs higher, the number of times that I can go around in circles sinks lower. So when we went on a fall...

"Navy blue soccer sock, we know there are eight of you in this house, and yet, you have succeeded in eluding our search efforts once...

[This essay was published at (in)courage as a guest post.] I was eleven when we moved from a rural town nestled in Amish Country,...

As my kids packed their backpacks for school, I snatched a glance out my dining room window. The sunlight was just peeking over the...

As I sat on my deck, a robin foraged noisily through a wet pile of leaves in my yard, pulling my attention away from my heavy thoughts....

I bought these adorable, low maintenance succulents that look so uniform that they appear artificial. As they took their place on the...

My eight-year-old son sits next to the bathtub, his left foot resting on the edge, sobbing, “I hate my life.” We’re on day four of...

Maybe this summer will be different. Maybe this time summer will be filled with long, glorious days of sticky s’mores and campfires and...

[This post is featured over at Revelation Wellness, as a guest post for their blog, run on May 1, 2019.] There was a pit of unsettledness...

It never fails. When spring offers its long-awaited warmer temps and my boys burst outside, slopping through the softening gunk and mud,...

Let’s talk about what just happened. Remember December? We taught our kids about Jesus' birth, we did the advent calendar, we bought the...

I’m nearly damaging my steering wheel with my anxious gripping, waiting for the red light to turn. My middle son is lacing his soccer...

Summer closes on my 13th year as a mama. After I see my three boys off to school, and I’m left with my first moments of quiet since May...