Walking With Christ

Counting Days, Confirming Work, Making Muffins

Psalm 90. I guess it’s sort of a popular Psalm for New Year’s Day, but I didn’t realize that when I read it this morning. I came across an old article about it a few days ago, and then decided to read it for myself this morning. This morning. I got up early to spend… Read More Counting Days, Confirming Work, Making Muffins


Maine-ly About Turning 17

Summer birthdays can be really awesome or really weird. Parties can be big, all-out shindigs, or altogether nonexistent, because all of your besties are camping or traveling or working odd hours in summer jobs. Fortunately, Kayla is happy to celebrate anywhere we happen to be at the time. Due to its July 28th date, we’ve… Read More Maine-ly About Turning 17


In Pain (and tears) You Will Give Birth

Waiting for my dad at the Austin airport I’ve cried myself to sleep more than a handful of times in my 47 years of life, but I’d never cried myself awake until last week. It made me think of Eve. In the third chapter of Genesis, Eve receives the news of how the unleashing of… Read More In Pain (and tears) You Will Give Birth


A Trip, A Tea Party, & 3 Winners!

Macy’s on 34th John Piper’s Advent reading plan on the Bible App has been giving me a lot to think about and be challenged by lately. Here’s part of what day 22 said: “You can read every fairy tale that was ever written, every mystery thriller, every ghost story, and you will never find anything… Read More A Trip, A Tea Party, & 3 Winners!


A Week Of Thanksgiving

Last week went way too fast, and had to be highly scheduled as you can see.  Our boys arrived home for the Thanksgiving break Monday night after Robert, Kayla, and I had gone to bed. Cooper picked Kory up in Boston on his way home from Gordon College which was so perfect. Since Kayla and… Read More A Week Of Thanksgiving


He Asked For Her Number: Part Four

“Guys in my world seemed to value only girls who initiated relationships, flirting, and sex – girls who had absolutely no boundaries around their hearts or bodies.  At age fifteen, I found myself being molded into the kind of girl the world expected me to be. The next season of my life was the most… Read More He Asked For Her Number: Part Four


He Asked For Her Number: Part Three

“The sexual harassment isn’t what irritates me. For me, this isn’t frightening or even that uncomfortable. This is every single day. I leave the house. Men talk to me. I hold my breath and I am polite and I am unshakable and then I get home. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.“ That’s a quote from an article… Read More He Asked For Her Number: Part Three


Still The Best Convent

Mother’s Day 2009 This is a re-post from 2009.  Nothing has changed except that everyone is now at least 3 inches taller than me, and it’s not ice skating lessons, ballet, field trips, and Little League games, but coordinating the use of the car, track practice, job schedules, college visits and care packages. I still believe… Read More Still The Best Convent


Love Affair With Trees (and Fetuses)

It was time, he explained, as he brought his business card to the door to warn us of the coming work in close proximity to our home. Cavities developing, branches dead, dying, and falling down meant that proper action was required for the sake of the tree and the people and homes nearby. Knowing it… Read More Love Affair With Trees (and Fetuses)


Dear Taylor Swift…

Oddly enough, it was several several years ago in Vermont that I first paid any attention to you.  My husband and I decided to take an afternoon off and drive an hour north on a beautiful summer afternoon.  We ended up in a little cafe for iced coffee and cookies. They happened to be playing… Read More Dear Taylor Swift…