Confession: I am the worst, WORST parent when it comes to keeping squeaky clean children. I think Josie washes her hair once a week. Maybe twice. And Carter…well he’s perpetual stinky feet because socks are annoying (I have to admit I feel him there) and now that summer is upon us, I don’t quite know… Continue reading

Blackberries

After an overtired, undercaffeinated, underwhelmed, and over IT morning, the kids and I had an afternoon of reset. Josie chose art, I chose to lift weights and sweat, and Carter didn’t get a choice. He napped. And after? After, we all followed our hearts and our noses outside and in to the shade where the… Continue reading Blackberries

Belly Love

I’m venturing out into territory that is not overtly Christian but is, in its own right, a holy path. I’m beginning a journey of self-acceptance that is long overdue, and I just haven’t been in the place to truly begin. Have you ever heard a particular message at just the right time? One that if… Continue reading Belly Love