Someone once said that Paris is a woman, London is a man, and New York City is a transvestite. Granted, I haven’t been to New York outside the airport, but after my visits to Paris and London, I must say I find that statement to be shockingly true. It always amazes – and delights – me how each major European …
5 Things I Learned About Myself on My First Ski Trip
Having grown up a desert rat in central and southern Arizona, skiing was always somewhat of a foreign concept to me. It was something either rich people did, or college kids on winter break. Certainly not an option for a girl like me: not an athletic bone in her body who lived hours away from any possibility of snow. Then …
And Even if He Doesn’t…
I stand at the sink, sleeves rolled, heart heavy. I dunk the plate into the bowl of as-hot-as-I-can-stand-it soapy water because the pipes have been backed up since Wednesday and the plumber doesn’t come until Monday but I need to do something. The suds swirl and cover the dish and I scrub and I pray. Please, God. The liar whispers, …
The Best Gifts are the Ones We Don’t Ask For
You’re four today. FOUR. You love Star Wars and big trucks, your sisters and the color green – followed closely by blue and orange. You have a laugh that goes for miles, your joy even farther. You bring energy, life, love, mad-crazy-hugs and a new perspective to this family. As I sit and remember this day unfolding four years ago…the …
Just Do It?
Wow, friends…..wow. It has been a heckuva year and a half, ain’t it?? When I wrote this post back in February 2013, I had absolutely no idea what the future held for our family. But, basically, that post means this blog has been essentially dormant for the better part of two years. I’ve had my monthly posts over at The …
7 Ways Learning a Language is Like Being the Parent of a Newborn
We are currently in the middle of learning our third language (not counting the snippets of Spanish and American Sign Language we both picked up growing up). As I’m going through this process again, it struck me once again how humbling it is to start learning to communicate from scratch. A friend recently asked me what language learning is like. …
A Little Bit of My Story
Have you ever wondered how in the world my family and I ended up halfway around the world from home? Do you ever wonder why I started writing? Well today, dear friend, you’re in luck because all your questions will be answered! Well, maybe not all, but I’m telling a little bit of my story over at The Better Mom. …
Gather the Fragments {Notes for the Broken}
We live in a broken world. Broken marriages. Broken homes. Broken hearts. Broken dreams. Broken… Whether you’ve just lost your job, lost a loved one or are dealing with the aftermath of a broken childhood, there are times when we all just feel…broken. Sometimes we don’t just feel broken; sometimes we are broken. Be it from the day in, day …
The Prayer of a Tired Mama
The house is still dark now, Lord. The quiet…oh, the blessed quiet. The only sounds as I whisper this prayer to You in my heart are that of the ticking Cuckoo clock in the hall, and the deep, steady breathing of the ones I love most slumbering deep in their beds. I’m torn, though, Lord. Torn between getting up, sneaking …