— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
Writing is therapeutic. No shocking info there, right? If you're reading this, you probably already subscribe to that philosophy. Well, my last blog post was beyond words restorative. It was holy moly, in-your-face, why-didn't-I-see-that-before kind of shocking. Let me explain. After clicking "publish" on my last post, I scanned over the finished product, as I... Continue Reading →
It was the perfect start to our marriage, encompassing all that was important to us. Family. Friends. Camping. Dancing. Music. Campfires. Lace-covered hay bales and a rustic arbor. Mason jars of wildflowers, bouquets handpicked that morning by the little ones. Burlap bows. Flip-flops. We wrote our own vows, included our five children, and were married... Continue Reading →
Read this now. Don't bookmark it to read later. Do not wait until you are in the midst of a crisis. Keep reading. I want you to create a Tick Kit. Yes, that's right. A Tick Kit. You're probably questioning my sanity. She's paranoid. She's obsessed with Lyme disease. I'm not paranoid. I may be... Continue Reading →
Summer has changed the rhythm here. We stay up later and sleep in longer. We lobby for less screen time and more outside time. Beds go unmade and books are read. With five children, the kitchen seems to be open 24/7. Dishes and laundry are the never-ending treadmill. We wash and fold and wash and... Continue Reading →
Eight adults join hands, forming a circle around me. I sit on a simple bench, head bowed, as they pray over me, asking God to bless their speaker. Yes, I think. Please God put the right words in my mouth because I have agonized over this for days, and I'm still not sure what to... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 