• Two for One

    It seems that deeply  and compassionately falling in love with myself – every layer – feels a lot like finding God. Or is it the other way around?

  • In Quarantine

    Ryan sweeps the side yard every evening before dinner. We watch Shrek for the first time. We watch Shrek 10 more times. Coura asks to get tozy (cozy).  The girls make mud soup for lunch. Ryan and I fight about him telling me too much of the news. Ryan and I fight about spending all this time together and not…

  • My Heart

    Maiz: “Mommy, how do you take your heart out?” Me: “You don’t bug, it’s something that stays right there in your body.” Maiz: “But how do you take it out?” Me: “You don’t sweetheart. It’s inside you and it’s what keeps you going.” Maiz: “But how do you take your heart out and give it to Jesus? How do all…

  • Thoughts from Inside

    Right after my dad died I wanted the world to stop. For everything to be put on hold and for everyone to feel what I was feeling. Breaking News on every channel of the TV: My dad died. 1.5 years later, the world seems to be slowing to a halt. That fictitious thought I had now coming dangerously close to…

  • First Impressions

    When I first saw her she was all stick and bones. Her thin trunk, merely the keeper of weathered branches. Had she just lost everything or was she just about to bloom? I couldn’t see her whole story, I just knew she had one. She didn’t seem worried, confident it was just a season; fruitful days ahead. Unattached to what…

  • For the Books

    Twas’ the night before Christmas eve and I was sitting in my room sorting and getting ready to wrap each of the girls’ presents I had thoughtfully collected over the last month. As Ryan, Maisley and Coura rushed into the house with dinner, I threw a blanket over the gifts and went to join them.  After dinner, Ryan and I…

  • Christmas Present

    As I was on my usual walk through the eucalyptus trees, I noticed an abandoned play structure in a backyard, overgrown with weeds and sticks and leaves. It made me think about that family whose kids are now running around soccer fields, texting their friends and rolling their eyes at the people who gave them life. The once beloved play…

  • Love, Mom

    Please get off your sister. I’m so proud of you. Come cuddle with me. Give me a minute please. No, one more minute.  No one’s tougher than the sun. What just happened here? Markers are for paper only. What do you see? Can I do mermaid hair? One show. Did you hear what I just said? Good question. What do…

  • The Kind of Mom

    She’s the kind of mom who looks like the sister. More energy than a jukebox. Loves the song, “You shook me all night long.” And the Bible verse, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Best known for napkin notes, Cheesy Noodle Fridays and marathon finish lines. Always there, takes the heat, true to who she is.…

  • Birth and Death, Breath by Breath

    My knees met the floor at the side of my bed in desperation, exhaustion. Ironically, the same place I bowed down to birth, I found myself surrendering to grief. In anger and tears, I had lost all strength. The pain was too much. As time recklessly and graciously ticked on, the swell passed. When I got to my feet, I…