Mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend. That is my tag-line on Facebook. It’s not especially clever, but it’s accurate. It tells the story in a nutshell…or at least part of it. I’ve read a couple articles recently about “finding yourself” as a woman, about not losing your identity after kids. My identity? When did that…
I love family vacations and road-trips.
Friends of mine live on the Gulf Coast of Florida. Someday I hope to write to you about their beautiful story. The other day, Donavan and Kasey posted fascinating videos of a nest of baby sea turtles who survived Irma and had just hatched on the beach in front of their home. A few of…
This last summer we said good-bye (for now) to my beautiful, 97-year-old grandmother, Lillian. She was a bright, spirited, fiercely independent lover of Jesus. Her life was a tapestry of God’s grace woven through the ordinary everyday of one who chose to live a life of service to Christ. Grandma’s parents were song evangelists in…
Dear Friends, The mornings are growing cooler and the days are shortening. Fall is around the corner–hip hip hooray! I’ve been thinking quite a bit about change lately
William, my oldest, started Kindergarten a couple weeks ago. Watching my son step bravely onto that big yellow bus and wave to me from the window, I felt Change coming. I have heard other mothers talk about how hard it was to see their kids go to school, but I wasn’t prepared for the ocean…
The age of the Anti-Girl is upon our household. The boys have decided–overnight it seems–that girls are categorically gross.
I have a spot in my house. It’s my “thinking spot.” At one end of my couch I can sit with my coffee and look out the windows onto the deck and watch the hummingbirds chasing one another around red geraniums,
My husband is South African and when I married him, I married his family and his history too. One of the things I’ve enjoyed is the different recipes I’ve gained from his mom. I tried one of the family favorites today; Melktert, or Milk Tart, is a custard pie. Often this is made with a…
I love this time of the year, summer is still holding on but autumn is descending with cooler temperatures and blessedly less humidity. (I will NOT miss the humidity of summer.)
Letters From Home 