A large farm table sits at the center of our home between windows and books and doorways to other rooms. It is the place where...

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 is a moment during childbirth where you no longer care what is happening in a room, who is staring or what they might think...

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...

The world is dark, and light is precious. Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux For all of us, there are life seasons that feel bright and...

These last several weeks have been quiet here, I know. The grey days have kept us tucked inside more than usual, where we’ve enjoyed one...

Belief isn’t always easy. But this much I have learned, if not enough else— to live with my eyes open. I know what everyone wants...

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,...

So many friends’ children begin school this week, and as we fumble our way into our own year, I admit I’m a little sad to...

Each year, August seems to be one of the harder months around here. The long days grow hotter, keeping us indoors more. I also tend...