Category: the mothering arts

  • Wind sprints…

    (This is the third in a series. Start here.) — Paul says that all things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful (1 Cor. 6:12a). This is so very true when I consider all the roles I took on during that time. None of them were inherently wrong, and some people I…

  • Run for your life…

    I’m sitting in the quiet of a Sunday afternoon. Ben and Josiah are curled on the floor, playing chess. Lorelei and Ellianna are over at the kitchen table playing with some lavender scented sea salt and cork alphabet letters. Isaiah’s curled up on the couch reading The Goblet of Fire. David is narrating the chess game,…

  • Running on empty…

    This picture was laying on my husband’s desk last night. It caught the corner of my eye as I passed by. The memory of it struck me hard this morning, stirring my coffee and looking out the window, the children’s laughter echoing in the background. Oh that day. Ellianna was so inconsolable that day, fussing…

  • A time to build…

    I feel at a crossroads with our kids. There are many such crossroads in parenting, of course, so many of them that we may hardly notice them. This choice or that choice, that time spent or frittered away, the yes, the no. But the last few weeks, I feel like I see them anew. Maybe…

  • of trees and children and growing things…

      There is this oak tree about mid-way on our morning walk. Each morning, Josiah and Ellianna ask “take a picture! take a picture?” And I have. It is a visual timeline of them, this last year, and you can see how they’ve grown and changed in a little increments across the days. It is…