Our little St. Nick
This is a tough one to write. Tough enough that I thought I’d perhaps let the blog die a final and unofficial death with that most recent post and just disappear into the recesses of the internet…
Double or Nothing
The past 3 months have among the strangest of my adult life, so you’ll have to excuse my lengthy absence here. I’ve also been the recipient of a bizarre and profound circadian rhythm shift which now has…
Big family minimalism: 8 years in
I can’t put my finger on when exactly I discovered Minimalism as a thing. There was no big aha moment for me while sitting in my toy room surrounded by boxes of stuff and pulling out my…
Homeschool planning round up: 2022/2023 school year
Listen, no one is more shocked than I to see that title so let’s just get that out of the way right off the bat, shall we? I’ve had enough friends, neighbors, and strangers in the bank…
Learning to hear God’s voice
It’s quieter than I could have possibly imagined, and surprisingly it sounds nothing like my own. I have a confession that will surprise no one: I am not very good at prayer. Yet. Or rather, I am…
Housekeeping notes on a Tuesday
I won’t launch into the familiar script of wow gosh how has that much time passed since I last dropped a line around these parts but…know that I know. And I know, it’s poor blogging form. Except…
New year so far + a pretty big life update
My heart always thrills at the sight of an old fashioned long form blog post popping up from one of my dusty, trusty favorite blogs who’ve somehow managed to survive instagram tiktok and substack. There’s just something…
If it makes me happy, is it God’s will?
If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad. If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad? Sheryl Crow I have this little prayer card that came from I don’t know…
The freedom to choose life
A woman who is legally free to procure an abortion is not more free, but less; her circumstance are instantly tried, sentenced, and executed by the court of public opinion, almost from the moment of conception. The…
Summer Summery
I almost titled this post a midsummer night’s scream so, you’re welcome. The “baby” did wake up about eleventy times last night, however, so I would have been justified in so doing. Also, hi, hello. I’ve all…