My House of Mixed-Up Seasons…………..

My House of Mixed-Up Seasons…………..

They weren’t hiding……. but they weren’t supposed to be on display either. Hints of Christmas…… Reminders of winter. They somehow missed the packing up of seasons long past. And my friends discovered them this weekend. How had I...
I’d Rather Travel Alone

I’d Rather Travel Alone

Paths – they’re always leading me. And their dusty trails, covered in leaves, may try but just can’t hide the truth, someone’s been this way before. So I walk, unsure of where I’m headed, but convinced I’m going in the right...
Learning How To Let Go And Still Be Mom

Learning How To Let Go And Still Be Mom

Diapers. Long nights with little sleep. Never-ending laundry. It’s hard to even remember all the things that used to be part of my motherhood story. _____________________ Like the voices of my children floating through the house, the memories of things that once...
Because, Like Actions, Words Speak Too

Because, Like Actions, Words Speak Too

‘ I’ll never forget the day I met Davi, one of Luke’s closest college friends. His smile was the first thing I noticed. His Brazilian accent was a close second. His sweet way of calling my daughter “First Lady” made me smile so big. I...