amelia · clinically isolated syndrome · writing

Beyond Snow Days, Chronic Illness, and All the What-ifs

I get accused of not playing with my kids very often. So at the risk of breaking my almost-37-year old neck, I played this weekend. By the end of Sunday afternoon they’d reduced the neighbor’s hill to ice and turned their cheeks the color of summer vine-ripened tomatoes. Ah, summer. Come on back now. As… Continue reading Beyond Snow Days, Chronic Illness, and All the What-ifs

amelia · faith · just write life · motherhood · writing

What It Means for Me to Live Prayer

In February, when I attended FCWC (which is really more retreat than conference and I recommend it wholeheartedly for introverted writers and harried moms who want to be writers), Robert Benson was the keynote speaker. I wrote a little about some things Robert had to say about hurry and life and living within the steps… Continue reading What It Means for Me to Live Prayer

amelia · birthdays · clinically isolated syndrome · writing

A Six Year Milestone (for Amelia’s Birthday)

Dear Amelia, Today you are six. Once upon a time I marked these milestones pretty well with blog posts. Well, I hit one and two and three and four… but there’s a noticeable gap for last year. I wonder if someday you’ll ask me why because you’ll have forgotten. I’m not sure I want you… Continue reading A Six Year Milestone (for Amelia’s Birthday)

amelia · clinically isolated syndrome · ePantry · motherhood

Why I’m Terrified of Viruses (and a $10 EPantry Credit!)

Amazing, isn’t it, ¬†how something unseen can bring you to your knees? One dreaded word gets thrown about like parade candy this time of year but with less enthusiasm. Virus. Respiratory. Hand-foot-mouth. And every mother’s nightmare that often appears at 3 a.m. and never quite makes it to the toilet. Stomach virus. Our nightmare with… Continue reading Why I’m Terrified of Viruses (and a $10 EPantry Credit!)

amelia · Friends

When God Gives More Than You Can Handle

Things have been quiet here in this space, and I really needed it. Needed to step back and not spew out words and frustration that would do no one any good. Instead, I just had some good old-fashioned temper tantrums with my real life people. And I made pizza and filled our house with friends… Continue reading When God Gives More Than You Can Handle

amelia · gus · motherhood

When the Unknown Looks Like Potty Training

Our little two and a half year old tornado of a boy pulled a package of underwear out of his drawer last week and demanded to wear it. I figured why not? His sisters were all this age when they learned the fine art of using the potty for more than a step stool. Yet… Continue reading When the Unknown Looks Like Potty Training