One of my greatest frustrations as a parent is wondering if Emma knows she is loved. Does she? Is she secure, certain, confident that her parents love her?  After years of therapy, Emma can articulate most words, but that doesn’t mean we have conversations. She gets her point across, but abstract feelings and emotions? No.… [ read more ]

Hello! Hellooo! Anyone still here?! Please forgive my lengthy blog absence. Re-writing half of my book turned into a very lengthy process and there just haven’t been enough hours in the day. But the revisions were accepted and the book is headed out to a copy editor in the next week or so. For the… [ read more ]

I blame the kale. All pre-chopped and bagged. It’s why I took the kids into the store in the first place. Have you ever been to Trader Joe’s ? It’s—interesting. The layout is odd, it’s significantly smaller than I thought it would be, and the shopping carts are tiny. On this morning, I plopped my three-year-old into… [ read more ]

I love the smell of sawdust. One whiff and I feel like a young girl standing in the barn, holding the end of a board while my Daddy cuts it with a Skilsaw. I’m transported to a safe place to talk, to spill my troubles, to ask questions, to get answers. With each deep breath,… [ read more ]

Every now and then, I have a great idea for a blog post, but the words won’t flow. So I change gears. Write something else. And wait. I have waited months. This time, I only had to wait a week for God to finish my thoughts and leave me, again, in wonder at His love… [ read more ]