I’ll never forget the day I missed my oldest daughter rolling over for the first time. My precious baby was in good hands, of course. My mother-in-law was watching her downstairs in our living room while I worked upstairs, futilely trying to run a nonprofit from my home office right after giving birth to my…
5:45 a.m. The alarm hasn’t even gone off, but I hear them fighting. Sigh. One peek in the mirror, and I know it’s going to be a hopeless hair day. Ugh. “Mom! Where are my clean clothes?” I haven’t even had coffee yet or rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Babe, did you remember that…
What if he never has a meaningful friendship? The question rolled my heart thin as the reality of my son’s disability took root. To me, the mark of a good life was one full of rich, deep, meaningful relationships. My heart ached for what might never be for my red-headed, curly-topped son. It’s not just…
Cozy. It’s become so much more than a word for me, so much more than a way to decorate and design. It is now a way of life, of approaching the world and the choices we make within it. These days, especially, I find that coziness is less about paint colors, linens, and lighting—though I…
In her poem “The Suitor,” Jane Kenyon wrote a line that stops me short every time. It’s nestled there between stanzas, a short sentence crafted to stand alone between visual breaths. “Suddenly, I understand that I am happy.” Kenyon struggled with anxiety and depression throughout her short life, before succumbing to cancer in her mid-40s….
I love the meme that asks, “Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, That can’t be accurate?” Uh, only every morning I wake up! Ha! Tell me it’s not just me. Next year I turn forty, and my body looks different than the one I sported the first three decades of my life….