The Labels We Wear

I did something last week. I replaced a couple pairs of pants. One pair was replaced due to rips, the other was replaced due to size. They were just too tight. Honestly, they were probably too tight when I bought them but I wasn’t ready to level my size up yet. I have always been

You do…Christ

You see, I was never meant to just “do me”. I was meant to put on Christ.

Whirlwind Week

I have been a little quiet on here this week. It is our first week back to school and whenever we change schedules, “me” time is the hardest to place. I know, I know. “You can’t pour from an empty cup” and “Take care of yourself first, Mama” I respect and appreciate the heart of

“Little Kitchen Table”

Ever since I can remember, I have been one of those people who gets excited for the first day of school. The smell of new books and fresh notebooks without a single scribble in them, just bursting with possibility. I love the crispness of fall air and the new dreams waiting to unfold. As I

Be Still and Know

My floors are cleaned, laundry is folded, kids are tucked snug in their beds and my mind is finally at peace enough for fingers to meet keyboard and put down the thoughts that have been bouncing around in my head all week. Ironically, the main thought is the mothering mantra that has been pressed deep

Expectations on Modern Parenting

We bear more fruit in community, and we do better in community when we manage our expectation of ourselves and others. When we see the advice as a helpful tool or an opportunity to remember their own motherhood, and not an attack on us. When we see that different decisions can be made for valid reasons and that we are all united in trying our best. It is so great to see the things that haven’t changed and to witness a mother’s love that truly stands the test of time.

Feeding My Flock

I have been sharing a lot about food lately and will probably continue to do so and I figured it was time to share a little about that with you. My relationship with food was influenced largely by growing up in a home with a Type 1 Diabetic, my oldest sister. Our family diet was

Marriage, Sarcasm, and Potatoes

What does the history of the Irish Potato Famine have to do with my family? I’m so glad you asked. Let me tell you a story. Sometime ago, between 1 week or 5. I’m not sure I keep count the same anymore. Thank you, Quarantine. I made a mostly sarcastic comment to my husband about

Skeletons in the Suitcase

Most of you know, I recently got back from a trip to Washington. I flew down to visit some family as they dealt with various health concerns. Life sure does not become simpler as you age, teenage me did not know what she was wishing for. The last several weeks months have been messy and

Mud Pie Magic

I have been busy lately; busy trying to get this blog off the ground, busy doing yard work with my husband as we fight against the short Alaskan growing season, busy with housework that always stacks up, and with trying to keep up with family and friends as 2020 keeps throwing tidal waves at us.