This Morning I Sat Down at the Table With My 22-Year Old Self

This morning I sat down at the table with my 22-year old self.  She drank ginger peach black tea with cream and sugar.  I drank darjeeling, black.  We met in a cafe, the kind with classical music and the pleasant hum of conversation in the background.  The people sitting next to us wondered if we…

Brave (or What Strangers Call Me in the Grocery Store)

Sometimes people don’t know what to say. When they see us in the grocery store–three little ones in the buggy, three bigger ones swarming around my waist–I can actually see them doing math in their heads.  Is it possible that all of these children could belong to the same mother? I get a lot of…

Buying a House is Like Having a Baby

The process of buying a house is remarkably like the stages of labor. Step 1: It’s Time.  This is the exciting moment when you realize you are actually going to have a house.  You are going to get to see the home you have only been dreaming about for so long.  You know that you…

Family and Flexible Vision

I wish that I could find a (nonexistent) journal entry from back when I was in college where I said something like: “Ten years from now, I can see myself…”  And then I described the vision of my life.  The vision I had before marriage, before kids.  Wow. That would be good for a laugh….

30 Day Journaling Challenge

When it comes to journaling, I am a believer.  As I have written in a recent blog post—journaling is the heartbeat of my creative life.  It is the starting point for every good idea I have ever had.  It is the way I reflect on and process my life.  It is like a mirror for…

The Word That’s Worth A Thousand Pictures

I will start out this post by saying I have yet to figure this out.  It is a problem that I have wrestled with for years, especially the years since I have become a mother.  It is a problem that seems to grow with each child we add to this family.  And even though it…

Creative Family Advent, 25 Days of Ideas for Savoring the Season

I love Christmas.  I loved it as a child, and I love it even more as a mother of children.  It is so beautiful to see their little faces come alive at the first sight of Christmas lights or trees.  Hearing them practicing their Christmas carols, thinking of the transformation that is about to come…

The Reason I Write

I wash the dishes a lot. (((When I say a lot, I may mean world record.))) Lately I have been listening to podcasts while I clean the kitchen, and I cannot tell you how happy I am to be in a season where my mind is really awake, and I am learning new things.  It…

30 Day Poetry Challenge

I love reading poetry.  When I read in poetry, I start thinking in poetry.  And this is always exciting.  Until I start speaking in poetry, and people start looking at me like I’m weird. About three years ago, I gave myself a challenge: to write and post an original poem a day for 30 days…

The Story of Yesterday

This is the story of yesterday.  Yesterday is recurring in this household.  It is a day that starts way before I am ready to get up and ends way later than I want to stop.  It starts with babies crying that they want to eat and get up and it ends with babies crying that…

Unfolding

It is such a mercy that life unfolds before us.  Ten years ago, if I had seen a photograph of my future-self this morning, driving along in a 15-passenger van with six children ages nine and under, I would have asked what any other stranger wants to know: Are they all mine?! And the answer…