by Ashley Larkin | Mar 30, 2015 | Faith, Family, Grace, Gratitude, Mothering, Perspective
I miss blogging and the freefall of ideas, the connecting with you here. I never thought these last months would be a period of so many long separations and breaks from this place, so much else needing tending. And they are good things, and there are a lot of them. I...
by Ashley Larkin | Sep 12, 2014 | Faith, Family, Five Minute Friday, Grace, Hope, Mothering, Parenting, Surrender
I don’t know that we can be truly ready for the big changes. Even those we gear up for and plan, anticipate or lay awake with in the middle of the night look different when we’ve come upon them, are able to finger their intricacies, behold them in the real...
by Ashley Larkin | Sep 9, 2014 | Childhood, Family, Favorite posts, Love, Mothering, Parenting
She felt afraid. Worried she wouldn’t know enough. Missing how she used to be a baby, she said. Not ready. She felt excited. To meet friends and wear a purple backpack and practice numbers and read books with Ms. Foster. So ready. The day before kindergarten...
by Ashley Larkin | Jul 3, 2014 | Childhood, Family, Risk-taking, Trust
As a girl, I studied the globe and pages of books filled with stories of people from many lands, gazed at traditional costumes on my porcelain dolls, memorizing skin tones and lace. I spoke with accents, learned to distinguish U.S. dialects and the origin of last...
by Ashley Larkin | Jun 26, 2014 | Celebration, Faith, Family, Hope, Mothering, Risk-taking
You could tell their stories weren’t garden variety kid fresh out of high school enters university and leaves with a diploma four (or five) years later, ready to take on the globe. What with their beautiful wrinkles and teary-eyed children, spouses and...
by Ashley Larkin | Jun 23, 2014 | Family, Gratitude, Love, Sorrow
We drove across three states, as we always do, to visit the log house she built with her husband named for sunshine. And the ache was palpable, undulating with the rolling hills of Wyoming, as we faded in and out of sleep. One could almost imagine the ruts family...
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