I began the day picking out floor tile with my husband. I ended the afternoon huddled on the couch with my two children in our living room, curtains drawn, as the S.W.A.T. team extracted an armed fugitive from our backyard. Once the drama subsided (without incident, at least to us), I switched on the TV to see if there was any coverage of the event on our local news. That was when I heard about Connecticut. Twenty-seven dead, mostly children the same age as my own. All the moments of my day, some normal, some not so normal, suddenly became treasures to me. The kisses I gave my girls while… Keep Reading
“I love what is beautiful. If it is not mine, nor ever can be, I delight in it just the same.” -inscribed (in German) on a pie plate by Johannes Leman, around 1830, Montgomery county, PA. American Interior Design, c. 1947, Rogers
“Every child is an artist.The problem is how to remainan artist once he grows up.” Pablo Picasso
My 5-year-old sat in church with us on Sunday. After the service, she wanted to know why we didn’t let her take some juice and crackers when they were passed around. Wondering how I could have lived my whole life believing in Jesus, going to church, taking communion, and still not knowing how to explain it to a 5-year-old, I sighed and jumped in. I’m not sure how accurate I was, but I explained the basics of communion to her, ending with “People who want to follow Jesus eat the juice and crackers. Do you want to follow Jesus?” She answered without hesitation, “Mommy, I want to follow you AND… Keep Reading
“She was my friend, and I could trust her.” I heard these words spoken today by a husband of his wife, at her memorial service. Everyone who knew her had wonderful things to say about her and beautiful memories of her, but these were the words that stuck with me. I thought, this is what I want my husband to say of me. Thank you Ann, for your inspiration and the reminder that we are known by the life we live every day.
Two weeks ago, my baby started kindergarten. I laughed. I cried. I went out with my husband for breakfast. Then I started trying to figure out what to do with my new life. Sort of a “when I grow up I want to be…” moment. I’ve learned by now, thanks to my fearless parents, that it’s a question I’ll likely be asking for the rest of my life. They (whoever “they” are) say that currently, the average person changes careers about every 7 years, which has held true for me. Seven years ago I was a new mom, had left my previous career in Human Resources Management, and was considering… Keep Reading