Your father was traveling through Cuba when I discovered I was pregnant with you. For days, I let this strange, new idea roll through my mind and out onto...

  Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson bath-time conversations / hide-and-seek / making and loving these / visit...

“This is not our home,” Mark told the kids, pointing to the house we’d lived in the last seven years — the only house they...

As infants and young toddlers you began categorizing the world and the relationships around you. “Say mama” or “say dada” we would chime in the...

I noticed my shirt was inside out while brushing my teeth the other day and realized this is how life feels right now: the same...

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...

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....

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...

Things never happen the same way twice. ― C.S. Lewis The morning is slow, rare for us on any day, especially on a Saturday. Mark...

Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our father’s love — difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul’s miseries, her burdens, her needs...