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...

Thankful 30: Words

Good morning, Colorado Springs! I know it has been a minute since I blogged, but I love that you are here anyway, checking out whatever it is I’m writing for you. I love that November feels like a reset to me, almost like a New Year, because of the Internet...

I Apologize.

A gift came my way I was loathe to refuse, though I knew rage would come. I apologize? I die to myself over and over again, though I know I’m not seen. I apologize? Walking on eggshells, every encounter is fragile, and I know I can’t win. I apologize? I...