I sat in her office, staring at a golden-framed poster of an Italian villa. How did I wind up here? In honor of this new skin on the old blog, I’m throwing an open house. For the month of July and into the first days of August I am going to introduce you to...
Mike and Anne Rizzo have blessed us so much here in Kansas City. After listening to their son pour his heart out as a singer and musician through the webstream on my computer for so many years, little did we know that when we moved here almost 2 years ago that his...
As my husband says, I’m not the “bloggiest” of bloggers. With hearts-needing-tending under our roof, with 15+ years of combined fatherlessness to work through … as well as the many years of my own living like I had no Father, I’ve...
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...
My emotional rise and fall is determined within the almost-undetectable. The still, small movements of my mind and heart — too fine to be caught by any filter I might employ — are where my greatest battles are fought. And there are two areas of my life...
Twenty minutes felt like hours, both because of what happened between when my boots first crunched across the hardened day-old snow and when I returned into the fire-warmed lodge and because of my body’s adverse reaction to anything below sixty degrees. I stood...
