Sometimes

Sometimes

Parenting is hard. Sometimes you have to be a wall of love and grace and firm boundaries while the fury and the flood of their raw emotions rages against you until it spends itself and falls into you, needing arms soft and warm and full of acceptance. Sometimes you...
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...