Few things make my heart swell more with gratitude than when people I love gather around our table, especially when it is glowing with beeswax...

When we bought our first home so many years ago, I thought of home and garden design in terms of magazine spreads–things and furniture and...

There’s a large hole in the window screen just over our kitchen sink. Inside it, two tiny wrens are building their nest, their secret. All...

I have always considered myself a lover of change. A new soap scent, a different routine, a fresh arrangement of furniture in a room. Those are the fun changes,...

Our current home–the one my sister and brother-in-law willingly shared with us these last 10 months, the one we’ll be leaving next week–is currently littered...

As a parent, some days seem impossible. My children whine and bicker with one another and with me, refusing generosity and kind words for that...

In 2013, I slept in a tepee; climbed trees; listened to a million jokes rehearsed from joke books; dangled my feet from the Grand Canyon;...

I’m in the kitchen and can hear the tears. I follow their sounds and find Olive crumpled at the feet of the stairs, folded into...

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...

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...