Looking for the North Star

Outside, my children play in the fading light. In our corner of the world, I've never really had to worry or think about a threat to their lives because of their skin color. They only know this cocoon of love, warmth and safety, that I so badly want to preserve for the...

Good books, poems, music, or art, can be like a piece of drift wood in a stormy sea. Our hearts grab hold of its beauty like a life preserve and sometimes in ways we cannot even explain or understand, it heals our wounds just a little bit. Bellow are a few poems I have...

The first warm days of spring feel more like the beginning of the new year to me. I've been cooped up, weathering blizzards, biting wind, and freezing temperatures. I've grown used to the shorter days, and long stretches of darkness and quiet. The color palettes to beh...

We've been saying it for a while now,

Too busy,

Where did the time go? 

Late.

Rushed.

Hurry.

Fragments of phrases, strung together, describing our packed to bursting life. 

My husband and I both knew something was needing to give for a long time. But what that something was w...

                               "A season of happiness and wonder that makes you serious" C.S. Lewis on Lent

I started observing Lent four years ago. And I mean observe in the loosest, most beginn...

I stamped my feet in the slushy snow, and glanced eagerly at the heated building only a few yards away. People were milling in and out with steaming drinks and treats. Music drifted out of the doors that opened periodically. 

I wanted to get in there. We had checked the...

Definition of Selah:

Pause, reflect deeply, take a breath.

I read it in a book. That's where most good ideas come from. During the month of December the book club I belong to was reading Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. In her chapter titled Argonauta, she wro...

Have you ever felt so lost and alone surrounded by people you love and you know love you, and yet you don't even recognize yourself anymore? 

That is how I felt last summer.

I was trying to make it to a funeral to support some good friends of ours who had lost their mom,...

It happened again the other night. I was blindsided by insecurity. I walked into an evening I had been looking forward to, and rather than stepping into the room with joy, I suddenly felt the heavy weight of judgment and awkwardness. It was through no fault of anyone...

It's real classy at my house this evening. I'm sitting in an unmade bed eating tater tots, having a moment of quiet and wondering how I even got here. It's been a day of struggles. There was bickering among siblings, spilled paint, spilled coffee, tears over school wor...