In June, we took the road trip of a lifetime from Ventura, California to our home near Scranton, Pennsylvania. To read about the beginning of our journey, see this post. Now, here's the rest of the story. Glacier National Park We left Seattle and drove east. Finally,...
In the course of my life, I don't think I've ever had a month quite like June 2018. After spending half a year living in Southern California, we sent most of our stuff home on a moving truck, packed up our Yukon with the essentials,...
I remember the moment clearly. I was leaving Wegman’s—the best grocery store in America. I had seen at least three people I knew while I was shopping. It hit me all of a sudden, and I said it to the third person as we chatted. “I’m...
I like things neat and clean. This is no surprise to anyone who knows me in real life. The About page on my website describes me as a “recovering perfectionist,” among other things. Some of you might wonder what this actually means. Tidiness is just...
I grew up in a church that did not observe liturgical practices or follow the church calendar for the most part. However, my own family always observed Advent, and my mother found a Good Friday service to take us to every year even though our...
I hung suspended over the snowy canyon, the familiar butterflies creating a whirlwind inside me. “God has not given me a spirit of fear,” I whispered to myself. I’ve done it thousands of times, and it only bothers me when something is different about it—or maybe just...
The past month has been chock-full of editing for me. I’ve also been mulling over some future blog posts, but while they’re still in the works, I decided to hash out exactly why I blog. This appears to be my season for soul searching, so...
I started two different posts for today, but it's just one of those weeks. I've accomplished a lot of other important work. For some reason, the blog posts are not coming together for me. They will sometime in the next month, and you can read...
Almost my entire life, I’ve been a country girl from the northeastern United States. My first seven years, I lived in a Connecticut suburb of New York City, but after that, my family moved “home” to Northeastern Pennsylvania, and there I’ve (mostly) stayed. During college,...
Panacea It touches shadowed corners. Beckons with rolling thunder. Heart swells, Catching in my throat and breaking Into a salty sob. I’m caught unaware, Broken skin Smarting when the brine hits. Waves soothe. Expansive mother rocks, Reminding This great globe spins, Rises and falls in perfect synchrony, Never unwatched, always held. Just like me....
