To Ones Growing Up In a Social Media Culture

Hey Sweet Girl, I know you probably don’t remember me: just another mama hiding in the shade at the pool in a tankini with a bunch of kids running back and forth to my chair playing the Cheezit lotto in between their obnoxious cannonballs. You didn’t really pay much attention to me until I Mama Bear’d you towards the end of the afternoon for getting…

August Book Giveaway: Wreck My Life by Mo Isom

(Come on. Isn’t my girl positively fierce?!) One steamy afternoon when Uganda wouldn’t stop blowing her hot breath in the faces of some oven-baked writers, someone (maybe me) inquired,’Who wants to rope swing into the Nile River?’ Against all sound advice from American doctors, a couple of the crazier types took turns for the better part of an hour splitting open the Nile with our…

The Short Way Home: on healing the past

The longest way round is the shortest way home. ~Alexander Maclaren From the day my boy made me a promise and slipped a shiny ring on my finger, he began a life of teaching me about the important matters. He has taken seriously sharing wisdom he has collected on things like east from west on a map, what a yellow flag thrown on a football field means, and how to…

Killing the Lies We Are Told

‘Could those vines kill that tree?’ Paddling down the Buffalo River, my son and I had broken rank from Dad and the girls to explore closer to the shoreline, maybe catch a glimpse of a snake or two. We leaned our wet heads way back on our necks to take in the full scope of a mighty oak head and shoulders above the rest. Alongside this huge beauty were two…

All the Things: June

My girls set this photo up all by themselves. If this doesn’t speak June to you, then you’re just being mean.   Just a few little things that… lighten my load make me laugh stir my heart make me think bring me joy…. I think you might like them, too. The Gilmores, Engage the Crisis These people. I can’t. No words. Love. TOO MUCH. All…

Easing into Summer: thoughts on slow mothering

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~An Affair to Remember Throughout the school year, I am a high-ranking lieutenant in the army of efficiency. You can bet your firstborn on the first load of wash started before school drop off, gymnastics on Tuesday and the crockpot soaking after dinner most nights. The kids and I will have a snack and a chat after school, then…

A Letter: To the Ones Leaving Home

Hey, Do you remember the other morning on the way to school when you cracked my heart into a few more pieces? You were so quiet most of the drive and then out of nowhere you told me you felt like you didn’t have much time at home. I mentioned that soccer season was over now and also how you take off to the river after school until time…

The 3 Step Cure For a Vulnerability Hangover

Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do. ~Brene’ Brown Rolling over in bed like a gator spinning with its prey, I couldn’t tell if I was thrashing for warm, leftover dreams or the beginning of this new day. As I sleepily began to say thank You and hello morning then wondered if we had bread for school lunches…

The Case For God: a study on a Saturday in Spring

I had the intention of becoming a theologian…but now I see how God is, by my endeavors, also glorified in astronomy, for ‘the heavens declare the glory of God.’ ~Johannes Kepler, 1571-1630 Some days I’ll just be going about a perfectly fine day with no thoughts about anything at all other than my own personal business. And then I’ll get an unexpected whisper tickling my ear…

Healthy Family Habits: a Top 10

(the last post in this series on family) Habits are at first cobwebs, then cables. -Spanish Proverb My friend and I settled just behind the line of what light the fire flung and observed our people much like watching a play unfold itself on stage. Bedtime songs of crickets, the static of low conversations, even coyote calls in the distance. We take in the long breath of deep satisfaction and…