I usually write what I need to hear. I write about gratitude because I am so often whiny, redemption because I need it, creativity because I feel stuck, family because
I usually write what I need to hear. I write about gratitude because I am so often whiny, redemption because I need it, creativity because I feel stuck, family because
Addy has a little walker that talks. She doesn’t use it much any more, unless I start talking about putting it away, in which case it becomes The Most Favorite
I am a mother and a wife. I am created to love my child, my family, my friends. But that is not all I am. I am also a writer.
Everyone pre-kids is annoyed by other people’s kids. They’re clogging up Facebook with endless photos of stocking feet and chocolate grins, and our friends who used to talk to us
We met Adelay at 24 hours old. We didn’t get custody until 48 hours, and during that exhausting 24-hour period we were strong for each other and for her. The
A while back I wrote about the “drip, drip, drip of unmet expectations” on this adoption expedition. I have tried to come up with other metaphors but have roundly failed
We drove five hours round-trip and packed a 16-foot trailer full of garage sale items from my parent’s house the day before the sale. We didn’t make signs or a
When Adam was in leadership with FUEL (the church singles ministry where we met) he was one of the “Belong” leaders – basically, his job was to make people feel
I’m the girl who cries at Bible Study, who sends super-depressing texts in response to thoughtful “how are yous”. I hear a critical observation about adoption or foster care and
Adam and I are celebrators. We love birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, weddings and parties of any kind. These are chances to reflect on what’s been and look forward to the future