1. drinking Saint Arnold’s Spring Bock. 2. wearing Booties. 3. trying to eat more veggies. 4. playing outdoors with my family. 5. reading Quiet: The Power...

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause,...

three gummy bear rows sticky, almost gobbled up preparing for war....

Or “phree,” as you might say, holding your three fingers high in the air, as if to warn the world before you, “I’m coming!” And...

Seven years, Burke? Could it really be seven years since I held your new six pound frame, so fragile and unknown to me? Is it...

All is quiet. But I hear it approaching, her spirit and body tapping on the earth. Smiling toward her toes, she already knows awakening is...

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause,...

“Are we having THAT for dinner?” Liam asks with disdain as he watches me slide another zucchini down the mandolin. “Yes.” I simply retort, looking...

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause,...

Sometimes I forget the whimsy of this day, laden with colorful hearts and kisses and cards. But you, children, did not. You each meandered over...