The End
Jacob worked for Rachel for seven years. I used to wonder how he persevered and held out hope for so long before he finally made…
I’ve often thought that food should be the 6th love language. It’s security. It’s comfort. It’s a basic need, but it’s also more than just…
I had a dream about my former foster daughter, whom I raised almost 4 years from birth before she left us. She started early childhood…
I always wanted a large family. I imagined a grand dining room table with many hands passing food around it. I imagined laughter echoing down…
We’ve had a child for the better part of a year. I haven’t written a single thing about the beginning or the middle, but I…
We’re coming up on two years since our foster children left. I hadn’t thought about it until today when I started wondering why I’ve felt…
The new year is approaching, and I’ve enjoyed a rather pensive past couple of weeks. New Year’s resolutions are notoriously abandoned within a couple of…
August. Brown is starting to dot my garden, and we’ve arrived at the bittersweet juncture of greenhouse clearances and fastly approaching chill. My birthday is…
To recap as it’s been many months since I’ve written anything here, it’s been a year since we said goodbye to children we raised just…