motherhood · school · writing

When Gilmore Girls Makes Your First Day of School Look Not So Bad

We did it. Lined ’em all up on the front stoop (it’s not a porch though Joshua says he’ll build me one someday) and took the obligatory First Day picture and took them all to new schools. Yeah, I’m a homeschool quitter. I love a lot of things about homeschool. I love the freedom to… Continue reading When Gilmore Girls Makes Your First Day of School Look Not So Bad

reflections · school

Dear First Time Teacher {who wants to change the world}

Dear First Time Teacher, I know you’re excited.  I know you’ve spent days (maybe weeks) assembling bulletin boards and organizing shelves and color coding plans and reciting your “welcome to my class!” speech while driving across town to chase the best office supplies sales. I know you think you’re prepared to change the world one… Continue reading Dear First Time Teacher {who wants to change the world}

joshua · just write life · marriage · writing

Dear Twenty-Two (a lesson in marriage)

Dear Twenty-Two, Look at you, so flush with love and naivety in your crinoline and Scarlett O’Hara curls. Wedding day dress up. But you don’t know, twenty-two, what I know now. Thirty-seven and fifteen years later. You don’t know anything about marriage or motherhood or making every moment count. You don’t know about mortgages and… Continue reading Dear Twenty-Two (a lesson in marriage)

summer · writing

On Camping Despite the Rain

We camped. It rained. Again. I don’t know why I continue to put myself through this. Truthfully, I think I wanted to hide from cell phone service for a couple of days. There’s a gap up in our mountains with a swimming lake and a jumping dock and a two mile radius before phones register… Continue reading On Camping Despite the Rain

just write life · writing

Five Symbols of the South

I’m on my back porch and the air is hovering between heavy humidity and storm-blowing breezes. Either way, rain’s been skirting all around our southern summer all week long. The book has a cover now and if you’re in the know you’ve seen it. If you’re not, what are you waiting for? Sign up for… Continue reading Five Symbols of the South

writing

18 Summers Slipping Through My Fingers

Summer kicked off officially this week, huh? Forget the rained out Memorial Day plans and the fact an umbrella is your new go-to accessory. Summer is still upon us in calendar pages if not sunshine. School’s out and the season of juggling kids around camps and swim lessons and jobs that don’t take eight-week breaks… Continue reading 18 Summers Slipping Through My Fingers

faith · reflections · writing

What’s the Presence You Really Want?

Last week the heavens cracked open and poured rain all over the blue-tinged mountains we call Appalachia. So much that when I returned home from my writers conference in Asheville, the local paper’s headline bemoaned how we’d gone from not enough rain to way too much. Trees down. Roads flooded. A general soggy mess. And a… Continue reading What’s the Presence You Really Want?