This year’s Easter was magical. Let me begin, as I often do, by telling you about the food: smoked carnitas tacos with all the fixings (including homemade beans and rice,
This year’s Easter was magical. Let me begin, as I often do, by telling you about the food: smoked carnitas tacos with all the fixings (including homemade beans and rice,
I loved baking with my mom as a kid. She is a real baker, the kind of precise person who measures exactly and sets timers and separates yolks from whites.
I still have the the black bottle of conditioner and the white bottle of shampoo that I took to Florida last year, when Isaiah was born. I use it sparingly,
I realized today that I have a profound responsibility to order my thoughts and my moments, that how my days unfold is, largely, up to me. Adam is out of
For weeks, we’ve been collecting clothes, toys, furniture and other sundries from friends. They’ve come over with moving vans and pickup trucks, minivans and sensible Hondas, delivering the treasures of
If you know me, you know I love Christmas. I love the whole season – I play carols and bake cookies and pull out the candles that smell like fir
It seems to me that we are very bad at both grief and joy. I don’t know if this is an American thing, or a Christian culture thing, or a
Everyone pre-kids is annoyed by other people’s kids. They’re clogging up Facebook with endless photos of stocking feet and chocolate grins, and our friends who used to talk to us
It’s no surprise that Adam and I are a little worn out as we walk through a tough season. Emotionally, spiritually and relationally we are burning the proverbial candle at
Today, our sunrise was pink, orange and yellow, like a morning mai tai. I heard a flock of Canadian geese flying and honking over brown fields, which still lie in