I recently had the pleasure of driving 13 hours with two children and a geriatric pug as my travel companions. To be fair, the kids were deep in the wild world of Fortnight and barely made a peep. Gidgit, the pug, with no opposable thumbs with which to build digital shelters and pelt enemies, was stranded in reality up in the front of the car with me.Read More
How can we rejoice when everything around us feels dark?
How can we rejoice when trucks are used as weapons and bulletproof backpacks are a thing?
How can we rejoice in the midst of hate—when our country is at odds, and lines are drawn?
How can we rejoice when we watch loved ones suffer, when relationships are strained, when we just can’t get ahead no matter how hard we try?
How can a weary world rejoice?Read More
But I love these tiles because when I pop up and down the stairs they make me smile – they serve as a constant reminder that other people have come before us in this home. I’m not the first woman to raise a family here. We’re not the first family to pour into this house and neighborhood. It’s bittersweet though — because just as much as it’s a reminder of those who have come before us, it’s also a reminder that there are still those who are yet to come. And that our time, in this house, and on this earth, is fleeting...Read More