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...

I met my mom for lunch and ice cream yesterday and then left all of my children with her for Nina Camp, a week of...

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,...

When the kids were littler, Mark and I would load them into the double jogger or onto our back or into the bike trailer every...

Last week, Blythe and I were discussing making something together, a little bracelet–the smallest of things, really–but not to a seven-year-old. She turned to me...

Spring has finally arrived in our part of the world. Everywhere I turn, color bursts from greyed, barren branches and forgotten fields. Even my skin...

These words seem so simple that at first glance, I simply nod and move on, almost missing their significance. Most days, I skim through other...

If I’m honest, there are days I wish I weren’t homeschooling. I imagine someone else taking responsibility for my children’s education, relieving me to my...

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. – Rainer Maria Rilke Everyday we move, shifting our things...