When Homemaking Feels Small

When Homemaking Feels Small

I know what you’re thinking. I’ve thought it as well. It’s lonely. It’s small. It’s not at all what you thought it would be.  Everything you do in a day unravels.  It comes undone.  What you did today will need to be done tomorrow and in much the same way. The fridge...
From Approval (Part 2)

From Approval (Part 2)

This journal?   Under no condition have I ever stored it in the same box as the ones I told you about in my last post. It doesn’t belong in the boxes sealed with labels like “Child of Divorce” or “Child of an Alcoholic” or “Child with an Approval Addiction.” Its...
Eye Contact

Eye Contact

As far as bleacher parents go, Ryan and I are way chill. We are never all let’s get our undies in a bundle because Blue called a strike on our 8-year old, or, hey, let’s throw a tantrum by the dugout because “we’re” losing. What. Ever. The players are kids, baseball...
Louder, Louder Than a Lion

Louder, Louder Than a Lion

I collapsed in bed last night at 8:30 PM, eyes red and heavy from a superbly exhausting weekend that left me broken and poured out, just as I hoped it would. The IF:Gathering unraveled me, and my eyes burned from the splendor and surrender of it all. At 3:30 AM, our...