on a typical friday night

Where did that picture of romance originate? You know, the flowers. The chocolates. The sex on the third date. Where did we learn keep score and run the red and award that action or non-action? And where did they, the “him” in the “us” learn to follow that lead? To put flesh to that picture? … Continue reading

When love is war and nothing’s fair

  In  scripture, onto Shakespeare, through rock and roll, and again in every home and glance, we witness: “love hurts”. Somehow, between Love speaking beauty into being and fragments into form, the hope and legacy of love has become twisted. Promises broken. Children slain. Vows despised. And then…repeat. The past years have presented me with … Continue reading

and behold, duty was joy

Recently, many peers have shared this quote: I slept and dreamt that life was Joy I woke and saw that life was Duty. I acted, and behold, Duty was Joy.  – Rabindranath Tagore I found it both beautiful and annoying. I liked the sound of it but saw that conclusion seemed to indicate work. While … Continue reading

Feel the rhythm….

I’m a fairly busy gal. My current, dedicated, points of focus include: ‘The obvious’ {God, marriage, three boys ages four and under}, renovating a trashed house, moving, running a small business in which I hand-make the products that I sell, studying towards midwifery {currently preparing for my Anatomy final—eeks!}, holding the fort and pieces while … Continue reading

When the dust unsettles

Saturday mornings are enjoyable for all in our family. The boys receive ‘games and shows day’, J connects with sons and friends, and I leave the house to study. This past Saturday was much the same, except for one thing: upon returning home I discovered that my {ambitious, spontaneous, challenging} husband had torn out our … Continue reading

View from the stinky, sketchy, beautiful, garage

Last Thursday was full, productive, disappointing, and fun. I used the morning completing an autumn goal (I wrote my Anatomy Final. No grade yet.), spent the afternoon in the city (not getting the tattoo I had booked), and shared a slow evening with the family as I kicked-off my own, unofficial, little holiday. That night, … Continue reading

When the music changes

My body has grown babies of my own flesh and hope. Over the past four years, I have celebrated five pregnancies and three births. Isn’t that simply incredible? I know of the fragile balance between heart beat and silence; between blood soaking away and blood birthing anew. Those points of knowledge are rife with mystery … Continue reading

Guest Post at Our Journey Home (a part 3 of sorts to this like and love thoughts….)

“Certain marital and scriptural terms and beliefs are difficult to understand, easy to resent, and [nearly] impossible to apply. One of those words is submission….” Please join me for Family Friday over at Melanie’s space at Our Journey Home. — Full text now posted here: Prelude Certain marital and scriptural terms and beliefs are difficult to understand, … Continue reading

Guest Post over at Becoming Kindred (Pt2)

“As a young woman, I remember day dreaming about the bliss of married life. My friend and I gushed how we simply could not wait to “joyfully submit” to our chosen mates. We pictured how we would come alongside as ‘helpmates’: quietly and dutifully supporting these might men in prayer, and cheerfully creating home and … Continue reading

Guest Post at Becoming Kindred

“He was next to me; near enough to tap his foot with my own, but far enough that I could stare at him through my hair without him feeling it….” Read the rest of this post, and join me this weekend, over at Becoming Kindred Happy Saturday! — Now with full text here: He was … Continue reading

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