Along with the decluttering reading and course I embarked upon earlier this year, and in part to understand the root of the “accumulation of things…
On Digital Minimalism, Coons, and Lent
Lent began on Wednesday, and I am in the habit of letting go of something that distracts me from more important things, and primarily—just distracts…
Beginnings
I keep thinking about writing here, and then for some reason I don’t. There is just such an overwhelming amount of words and thoughts out…
You are Loved
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love. Reinhold Niebuhr My recent minimalist kick led me to cleaning…
Mothering a Tween versus a Little Girl
I’ve been contemplating what it means to love my little girl in the tween phase versus in the early childhood stage and I wrote a…
Brand New
When Audrey was a newborn, I’d wake up each morning, so surprised and excited that I had a baby, and that there she still was,…
The Waiting
” In the waiting, we come to know ourselves more deeply: who we really are, what we hope for, and who we’ll become.” Grok Nation published…
Why I Told Anne Lamott My Husband Died
Modern Loss published a short piece of mine today. I wrote it last spring about an experience a whole year before. Like many of my…
Crossing the Date Line
“The reality of death has come upon us and a consciousness of the power of God has broken our complacency like a bullet in the…
Birdsong
If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart…