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...

My Greatest Fear

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who...