As a little girl, I relished stories – picture books and piles of novels, my grandparents’ tales around the table. I knew then, as now, that stories are one of life’s most profound ways to understand love, grab hold of deeper truths and recognize our common ground.

Come on in. There’s plenty of room.

Don’t miss an update.

From the blog

Ode to a tree

Horse chestnut trees are considered a nuisance. Ask anyone who's had one, and they can tell you why. Tell all about the seasons of fallen leaves, spike balls (conkers), sticky pollen pods and flowers smelling of slightly distant poopy diapers. Many of you have heard...

read more

The wardrobe and the storm

Thinking about the changes of middle age and the demands of a good life and a desire for energy to keep pressing to the center of things. Originally published February 6, 2014. She pushes past coats in the wardrobe, like Lucy seeking light from the lamp post that...

read more

The breath catch of spring

One would be wise to notice the breath catch of spring not because it is revolutionary in the way of something never seen or thought before, but because it is the same as last March and the one before, what grace One would be wise to apply spring's wisdom to her own...

read more

Let’s connect on Instagram

 Happy birthday to my beautiful, brave and generous sister -- who continually teaches me about sacrifice, commitment, joy and gratitude through her example. I thank God for the privilege of being your big sis, for living the highs and lows of this one beautiful life together. Happy day to you, Sissy. I have no doubt you will soak up every drop of its goodness. I adore you!
 Do you ever remember back to childhood – a specific moment, a specific activity – and wonder what it was you were trying to understand or live in that moment? Ever seen a child repeat the same thing over and over and wonder of the deeper meaning? Today I was remembering my love of preschool choice-time bean pouring – the way I could fill containers with silky beans and empty them, fill and empty, back and forth forever. I'm realizing how much I need to remember that today – the good of pouring out, emptying to fill, over and over and over again. Time slowed, and they were beautiful. In the scooping and the falling. The repetitious, the mundane often get a bad rap. Then on a day like today when the sun shines, and I do the same yet again, I'm reminded of the good in the ordinary life, the beauty in such a simple task as pouring. And stunned once again by how much quiet wisdom exists in the activities of dimple-handed, wide-eyed children. Today I wrote in my newsletter about this, monotony and the state of every day life as mess. (Some hope too, I hope.) Follow to website link in profile to become a subscriber yourself. ❤
 Sometimes nothing says it quite like the way of a child. Before the rest of the house wakes, I read the account of Easter morning in the Jesus Storybook Bible: "And it seemed to [Mary Magdalene] that morning, as she ran, almost as if the whole world was singing for joy-- the trees, tiny sounds in the grass, the birds...her heart." The tomb is empty. Jesus is alive, and so are we. And it is new. Once again. Yes, it is always new...He is risen indeed!
 So grateful for these women I've known from 23 to 35 years (!!) They continue to amaze me with their growth, grace and lives of love. Such an honor to walk with them and share our annual girls' weekend together. Here's to many more years of stories, laughs, tears and homemade pumpkin bread.
 What love looks like on a Saturday morning. #theministryofmuffins #celebratingtheirparentsanniversary ❤
 My city girl in the country (with her uncle in the boots, learning to ride a quad). ❤
 There's nothing quite like the joy and inspiration of seeing your just turned 75-year-old father, (aka "Ziploc Baggie, aka "Zippy the Pinhead") zipping across ravines with an expression of pure joy. And then when the operator stops his final ride of the day just before landing and everyone gets to sing him happy birthday. It's then that tears form in your eyes as you see at once the freedom of youth and the deep roots of gratitude & a dear man having the time of his life. Love you so much, Papa. Happy birthday, Zippy! #zipforever #thesearethemoments
 Nineteen years ago, in the glow of candles and tulips, I married a babyfaced man with deep loyalty, wisdom and a love for things that matter. I cherished who he was then and who I sensed he was becoming, for he was unaffected by affect, unwavering in his fierce tenderness and commitment to matters of the heart, passionate about his love for free food and Neil Diamond. He's only become more eclectic and interesting, more handsome and compassionate, more responsive and responsible, more faithful and faith-filled, more hilarious and hopeful than he ever could have been in our youth. Our faces and bodies have changed; we've experienced unforeseen loss and heartache, unrestrained joy and quiet moments of beauty. Yes, there's something about the roots of long-time love. All the turns and twists, all the choices to still say yes and hold tight. It's something we never could have tapped as young 20's in an old church in Portland, who drove the wrong way down a one-way street after leaving a dessert reception and night of dancing. I couldn't be more grateful to navigate life, make mistakes and make up -- make a life together with you, Michael, incredible husband and father to our three shining girls. I love laughing and talking with you, dreaming and playing with you, snuggling and sitting with you, traveling and eating with you. Even when it's hard, it's still really really good. You have always been, and will always be, my favorite. ❤ #happyanniversarytous

Pin It on Pinterest

Thank you for visiting!


Won't you join my mailing list?


Subscribers are the first to receive posts and exclusive content, as well as my FREE resource.

Thank you! Check your email to confirm your subscription. Once you've confirmed, you'll receive an email with a link to the free PDF download.