Five Years

Five Years

Dear Dad, I miss you still. Some days without you are harder than others. Most are lovely now, slipping away quietly in the everyday nothings, like pearls from a string. Each with its own soft shine. But there are some that still just hurt. Lydia’s first choir...
Faith, Family, Midwifery, and Such

Faith, Family, Midwifery, and Such

I long for real community. A place where women and their families can come together to connect, support, and just do life together. As I stood over my cutting board, processing 40 pounds of boneless skinless chicken breasts by myself, I thought how much more enjoyable...