Living in modern culture often makes it difficult to appreciate slowness. Being a mother sometimes makes slowing down feel impossible. Like so many other parents,...

As you turn a year older, Liam, and slip into what, in reality, is the last half of your time at home with us, we...

Last week, I sprained my ankle while running with the kids. It was silly really–a moment of looking back to check on the younger girls...

I unpacked the last of the kitchen this week, ignoring the handful of small details around the space we’re still waiting to complete, grateful to...

I recently read a Twitter chat between a cluster of homeschooling moms mourning that one had recently been asked which curriculum to use for a three-year-old. Although these moms...

Sometimes perfectionist slips in here, only wanting to present that part of our life which is pretty and organized and complete (even in thought). I...

Although Mark and I try to have at least a weekend or two a year to ourselves, we generally go away for those days, holing...

The last few months have consisited of moving, living with one bathroom, unpacking, living without a stove, homeschooling, fixing the fridge, unpacking some more, fixing...

“a weekly portrait of each of my children in 2014” liam // you built a flying ship (complete with propelled wings) for a local Lego exhibition and called it the Flying...

I remember the night you called me, your voice awkward and intentional, “I need to see you. We need to talk.” I assumed it was...