I love good food. I love to cook. And I love healthy food that I can feel good about serving my family. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of time to cook. So, finding good, quick recipes for healthy and filling meals is important to me. I recently tried this recipe out on the family…
On rainy spring days I am reminded of Mr. Schulz’ 11th Grade Creative Writing Class. It was there I realized how much I like to write. And it was there that I discovered a world of poetry outside Whitman and Shakespeare, who lived behind dusty jacket covers in our house. I discovered William Carlos Williams…
Last weekend I went to a women’s retreat for the ladies of our church. Two-hundred women laughing, talking, singing, crying, listening, praying, playing, relaxing together. I came away feeling full—full of good Amish food (they make magical pie…and noodles), but mostly I was soul-full. The theme of the retreat was Pause. The idea being, we…
I’m a foodie. I love trying new foods from around the world and close to home. I enjoy cooking new foods, the tastes and textures, the exploratory science of it—especially if someone else will clean up the dishes afterwards. My husband, Justin, also likes trying new foods. He enjoys eating what I cook and, joy…
Lately the boys (Will is 5 and Sam is 3) have been asking a lot of questions—and giving a lot of answers—about heaven. I thought I’d share a bit of what I’ve learned. Sam: Mommy? When are we going to heaven: today or tomorrow? Will: No Sam. We go to heaven when we get dead.…
Dear friends, Oh, the life of the Mommy-Blogger. What does that title mean in real-time? It means my plans are always balanced precariously on the whims of home-life.
Dear Friend, What an Easter week! The weather outside my door has swung on a pendulum from driving rain, to blizzard-like snow and wind, to the peaceful blue skies I’m savoring today.
Dear friend, It is a glorious March day here in Northern Indiana–a day when my thoughts turn toward the garden. I wrote this last fall and thought I’d share it with you today. Happy Friday!
Dear Friends, “To Love, Honor and Obey.” When was the last time you heard that old-fashioned phrase used in a wedding? Anymore, Obey is a true four-letter word. Loving and honoring seem fair and difficult enough, but to pledge obedience? OBEDIENCE? Not in today’s culture!
Dear Friend, Have I mentioned to you before how much I love winter? There is a sweet purity in the crisp, whiteness of a field freshly bound in snow that gives me a strange sense of exhilarating joy. I get the same feeling with a fresh piece of lined paper and a newly sharpened pencil.
Letters From Home 