Tree Forts, Empty Nest, and The Conclusion of Act 1
From the time my first child entered the world, purple as a grape because she didn’t yet know she had to breathe, I have dreaded the day...
Mothers of Missionaries Part 3: Can We Love Our Children Too Much?
When my first daughter, Sarah, was born, my love for her was so unexpectedly fierce that I felt like a tsunami of love had rushed my...
Sanctuary in Departure
I was doing so well. Every day this month I had told myself, “Don’t think about Chelsey leaving. She is here today. Just enjoy today....
Painting, Releasing Arrows, and New Seasons
I’m painting again. Not beautiful portraits or landscapes, but rather walls, furniture, porch swings, and fences. It seems to be a path...
Breathe, Baby, Breathe!
Twenty-four years ago today was the first time I panicked as a mother ; my newborn daughter was forgetting to . . . BREATHE. There may be...
In Every Season
The aching in my chest as I neared the field where my children once played was triggered by a severe bout of nostalgia. Esme, the...
Eighteen Years Later
Eighteen! How can my miracle baby possibly be eighteen? Taylor’s birth was also the birthing time of the outlline for my book, Leaping...
The Rocking Chair
The rocking goes forth To and fro, to and fro And as one rocks They continue to grow A bundle of sweetness The breath of a rose The...
Traveling Light-Hearted
What makes a good traveling companion? In my opinion, the best traveling companions are the ones that help you laugh at all the crazy...
Astonishing
After Taylor sang the song, "Astonishing" at the high school musical auditions this summer, the director said, “Taylor, YOU are...
