I didn’t begin the year with an urge to start fresh goals. If anything, I only had the desire for less. Less time commitments. Less...

Last week, in the small space between the kitchen stove and the wood countertops, one of my children felt unloved. *He told me I had...

Sometimes as a parent I find myself chasing shadows in our home life, trying to repair or address symptoms––consistent sibling squabbles, whininess, regularly unfinished chores,...

Weekends are always the best time for personal reading. On Saturdays, I tend to stay in my PJs longer and often meander back into my bed with...

Last week, I received an email from a sweet reader asking how I manage to do it all and make it look so easy–“I’m not...

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...

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...

painted leaves | chalkboard | twine | journal Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Have I told you that yet? While of course I love the entire...

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make...

One day our life will be quiet and clean just as it was in the beginning before kids, and I always hope that in those...