Like my Morning Chai, this is a little interlude between normal posts. You’ll probably see this again. I’ve had many send their friends my way, leading to sweet introductions like I had at church today from a random stranger-made-friend who found my blog...
Sometimes even the one who finds words to be their heart’s outlet needs to live the story and not write about it. The swirl in our lives and around this adoption has been rich with color and depth we didn’t anticipate. I am living (daily) death and...
I’m writing a book. There, it’s out there. The “secret” I’ve wanted to so diligently protect was, mostly, only private because of my own internal struggles with every part of this labor to not-yet-birth process. When I was about 2 or 3...
I came home from that night and I wrote on a half-used mini legal pad I found in my dad’s desk drawer: “my new relationship with God.” This and the date below it, in red ink. Though my file system back then was not as necessarily-sophisticated as it...
As you can see, my space to write has found a new home, thanks to my ever-patient husband. The content won’t change — except for a new corner booth I’ll explain in a minute — but the venue has received a face lift. And, like any new home, there...
In between wrapping paper tears, sips of punch, and the clanking of forks on chocolate-smeared plates came forth the stories. Of course, every home hosting a baby shower is filled with them. At first they were humorous. Ones I could easily laugh alongside and not...
