Liam Brave, Age 8

There are some things people do not tell you about being a mother. And then there are the things they tell you over and over again . . . I lost track of how many times other’s have told me that “it all goes so fast.” Sometimes I would just tune it out, because while you are […]

Read Post »

An “I’m Bored” Summer

“I’m Bored!” Are you hearing these words on the daily? Read on . . . “I’m bored.” “Can I have a snack?” ___ Are you hearing these words on the regular? On the regular would mean approximately 232 times for me, each day. Ok, so I exaggerate, ever so slightly. But according to my Math […]

Read Post »

Ella, Age 14

Here we are at fourteen, my not so little La La. I never believed them when they said, “the days are long, but the years are short.” I’m believing now. I’m believing and I’m wishing that I could do three months and two and six and seven and ten all over again with you. But […]

Read Post »

Extra Time and Playing With Food

For the moms that are crafty in their heads and not so much with their hands (Yeah, that’s me too!) . . . Read on for the easiest after school craft you ever did see. And the best part is you can toss the supplies in your cart at your next trip to the grocery […]

Read Post »

Luke, Age 11

You and me. This past year when I’ve looked at your face I’ve seen mine. Not mine now, but mine then. Chipmunk cheeks, a gap-toothed grin, freckles sprinkled across a button nose. It’s strange and amazing to look at the kid you never saw in the mirror. You and me. This past year when I’ve […]

Read Post »

Our Pseudo Summer

The last few weeks have felt like pseudo summer. Living in the half relax. It feels like summer, but it doesn’t. We swim. We play outside. We eat ice cream. Pseudo isn’t just for summer. It’s for any season of life where you find yourself transitioning from this to that. Or where you find yourself waiting and waiting and waiting.

Read Post »

Letting Go to Grow

The summer sky was clear and faintly decorated with a few pillow-like clouds. The kind you believe you could walk on, but settle for making figures out of them, instead. Ella and I were driving to the airport. The one that takes forever to get to. She was the radio DJ and I was the […]

Read Post »

Rocco Royal, Age 5

Five. Five always feels official. Four felt like I could cheat and call you a toddler still. But five doesn’t work that way. Five means Kindergarten and all kinds of bigger kidness calling. I finally understand why moms baby their babies. It’s hard to see them grow. You don’t look at milestones as firsts. You look at […]

Read Post »


Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a nun? Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a nun? I think it was 11th grade. I told everyone that I was going to become a nun. And everyone laughed at me. “But, you aren’t even Catholic.” “I’ll start the first nunnery at our […]

Read Post »

Get On The List

Receive encouraging essays, updates, and a few secret posts.

Fill out the form and press enter.