Category Archives: Life

2 Hands, 30 Years

2 Hands, 30 Years

As I mark the beginning of my 30th year, I can’t help but feel a sense of insecurity. No, I’m not concerned about the number, but rather, the lack of competence that comes with it. I thought I’d know how to do more by now. Thought I’d feel wise and, well, grown up. But moreRead More

Help Me Dream Big, and Give Big

Help Me Dream Big, and Give Big

I sit and stare at the number on my computer screen. It’s big. “Can I really sell that much jewelry? In that much time?” Doubts and fears and second thoughts flood my mind. Is it worth it? Will people think I’m crazy? Will I annoy someone if I ask for their help? But then IRead More

One of the Most Beautiful Births I’ve Ever Witnessed

One of the Most Beautiful Births I’ve Ever Witnessed

“You’re going to what?!” I believe this was my initial reaction (internally) several years ago when my sister said she wanted to adopt. And not an infant, a middle-school age boy, a couple of years younger than her youngest. It was something God was calling her to do, though, and I couldn’t argue with that.Read More

The End of My WAHM/SAHM Season

The End of My WAHM/SAHM Season

This isn’t really an announcement so much as it is an explanation. Back in March 2012, I opted out of the workforce, leaving my job as director of communications for a statewide non-profit to stay home with my girls (then ages 10 months and two years). I’ve chronicled the ups, the downs, my insecurities andRead More

The Sexiest Thing My Husband’s Ever Said to Me

The Sexiest Thing My Husband’s Ever Said to Me

If you’re like me, when you latch on to a new hobby, you bite down…hard. You’re all consumed with dabbling in your new craft, often at the expense of family and friends. Lately, I can’t seem to pry my camera from my hand. I just keep snapping and snapping and snapping…and I’m sure it’s fairlyRead More

Are fragile memories best left unpreserved?

Are fragile memories best left unpreserved?

Round and iridescent, delicate and weightless, bubbles blown from the lips of my strapping husband danced on the light breeze. We’d secured a particularly good bubble-blowing kit as a birthday gift for my youngest, and the results were no less than magic. The temperature outside was perfect, and the relentless Kansas wind had finally decided toRead More