Presence and Purpose
I've been prompted recently to evaluate why I'm on social media. As a new mumma, my time is so fleeting now. One could say I'm…
This Temple. This Body. This Home.
“Autumn comes quietly to wed the countryside. The maples all down the lane blush and silently disrobe. I make beds, smooth out sheets.”—A…
Autumn Kale and Quinoa Salad With Hazelnuts and Cranberries
Could you ever think of salad as comfort food? With this cozy kale and quinoa salad, you will be in a heaven of nourishment. I made it for …
Homemade Cinnamon Whipped Cream
This soft and luscious homemade cinnamon whipped cream is a lovely way to elevate your coffee or freshly-baked pie. Or to serve at a potluc…
Solomon (and his mother)
Solomon. I love him with a terrifying, fierce tenderness that feels impossible to manage. It is wild and uncontainable. How do mothers dwel…
Come Thou Long Expected
The last few days of expectancy have been harder than the previous nine months combined. Intellectually, I know the facts: first time mothe…
Hygge in the Summertime
For a cozy introvert like me who loves nothing more than wrapping myself in the sweet warmth of autumn's lush invitation to snuggle clo…
17 Things
Many years ago I wrote a “51 Things About Me” list. A few years later I carved it down to twenty-seven. Now, more than halfway through 2020…
On the Enneagram
I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. I held back because whenever I thought of it, the magnitude of research that I could put into …
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