Ask. Listen. Repeat.

Last night, as I ate dinner, prepared by an invisible human at a lovely establishment I didn’t have to clean up, a friend asked me a question. “What’s the hardest part of your parenting journey?” I paused. First and foremost, I needed a sip of...

A Church Home in West MI?

Its been a year since we pulled our 2nd Penske beast into our 5 acre long driveway in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Almost to the day. So much of this past year has been a blur of silky smooth transitions that really should have been more pot hole in nature. The silk is not...

I Love a Good Label Maker, BUT….

Every morning my feet hit the floor, or are pulled to the floor from my early rising daughter, the world tells me, in no uncertain terms, that it’s confused and torn and bleeding.  Headlines are cap locked and urgent.  Words like “oppression” and...

Our Mitten Move

We love us some Michigan vacations.  It’s the week we look forward to most each year – renting a lake house with family, digging in the sand, dodging the mosquitoes with incessant incest repellent, swimming out to the sand bar, picking blueberries,...