House on the Rock

It’s official. I’m off social media. It is far and away my most on-again-off-again relationship, middle school romances notwithstanding. And I’m not totally sure what was the breaking point: the callousness toward Lindsay Clancy’s murdered… Read more

I woke up yesterday to bright sunshine streaming through our bedroom window. The Lukester slept soundly, the coffee was steaming, and I rolled over to do my ritual reading of a pregnancy app. Sundays mark… Read more

We woke up Monday morning with an overwhelming weight on our shoulders. We had just come off a jam-packed weekend complete with a baby sprinkle that we hosted, a four-year anniversary of the church we… Read more

It’s no secret that I didn’t exactly have my dream delivery when Luke Thomas House came into this world. The 36-hour labor, no epidural, full Pitocin, massive-hemorrhage-birth wasn’t a part of my perfect plan. If… Read more

If you ever watch my son, there are a few things you must know. I don’t mean simple scheduling / what to do / where to go. It’s not a list of screen time limits… Read more

It’s not often that my very mathematically-minded, hyper-analytical husband starts a sentence with, “If I had a blog…” It was a Saturday night, our son sound asleep, and we cuddled up by the fire table,… Read more

“You still writing?” A dear friend asked innocently over a gluten-free grazing table. The question was not mean to invoke feelings of shame, yet I bowed my head guiltily and sighed. “Not for a while.… Read more

No one prepares you for the day after losing a loved one. In some ways, it might be even harder than the actual day of their passing. You wake up with a heavy settledness that… Read more

I remember being newly married, having no kids, and therefore, regularly able to walk into church with nothing more than a Bible and a journal. Perhaps, in dry seasons, I might carry a Chapstick. I… Read more

It was a Monday. We had finally gotten that coveted double line on a pregnancy test, announcing the advent of our growing family. We scurried back to St. Vincent and were overwhelmed to see that… Read more