a brief mid-day hike
As I brushed my teeth the other day, I noticed my shirt was inside out. This is how life feels right now, the same shape and design only with all the frayed threads… Read More
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spilled milk | sleep
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Ode We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last week, a rare (and delightful) occurrence these days. With… Read More
spilled milk | experience
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. ― John Muir I often wonder what you all… Read More
spilled milk | mess
I’m thrilled (and honored and any other exciting adjective) to announce my invitation to collaborate on this beautiful project, Spilled Milk. “Spilled Milk is a collaborative photography blog, featuring a collection of photographs… Read More
a hundred times before
You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something… Read More
{pre-school} at home
If you’re new to homeschooling or trying to figure out where to start with your 3-5 year old (beyond play), two of my very favorite curriculums are Handwriting Without Tears (handwriting and literacy)… Read More
when spring comes
Maybe it was the way last week’s muddled grey clouds hovered like dust over my soul or the unexpected chill that forced us back into winter coats. Maybe we needed an event to… Read More
a backyard birthday dinner
A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It… Read More
February + March outtakes
It is raining this evening. Our windows are open allowing the delicate chimes and water and air to sing to us. April has come: a welcomed relief from our own March madness. Arriving… Read More
Light, the visible reminder
In these almost seven years of living in our home, I have learned to trace the light within it through seasons and hours. I plan my day around this light, now knowing which… Read More
a nostalgic longing
Many of us who aren’t farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a… Read More
oh, chicago!
After having four kids (whom I love desperately), I have new perspective when we get to travel without them: Eat. It. Up. Mark and I try to enjoy at least a weekend alone… Read More
