Grasping the Present Firmly
I’m joining the hundreds writing over at Lisa Jo’s for Five Minute Friday’s. The word today, GRASP: I have come to realize I hardly feel the floor under my feet as I walk. I am a ghost on the…
Confession of the Exhausted Supermom
So, Friend, I know I can trust you with this… here’s the stark, honest truth: I couldn’t hack it. I can’t homeschool. And I know all you wise homeschooling moms full of years of experience and dozens…
What I want to remember this school year
Ready, Set, Homeschool… What I want to remember daily: Grace. Invite those precious minds to the water, wet their appetite, give them sips, but don’t let them drown! And always, always, always, hold out grace open-handed. (I love this…
What’s Inspiring my Motherhood
I am homeschooling again this year. And the truth is that although home education is for these blond haired, open-eyed three: a laid out feast of education picked just for them, the vital importance of a strong attachment to parents for the…
joy journal
I’m messy. Really messy. You should see the mahogany dresser in front of me piled with yesterday’s laundry. Though honestly, I’m glad you can’t. The truth is that I seem to need hours alone in an echoing empty house in order to…
Cheerful Medicine
by Linda Andersen Originally titled: They’ll Make It, Oh Yeah The happy trio skips across the parking lot. They catch my eye because they laugh. This winsome threesome laughs. On a hot and sultry day, with wars going on, jobs…
Love Adds the Chocolate
by Linda Andersen from my book of the same title: “LOVE ADDS THE CHOCOLATE” A house is a house is a house….until love comes through the door, that is. And love intuitively goes around sprinkling that special brand of angel…
A Love So Strong
Seagulls swooped. Horizon gleamed orange–crashed crimson over snowy whitecaps. Golden beaches sported polka dot people and rainbowed umbrellas. It might have been Italy, or France, or Cancun. But it was simply May in South Haven, MI: our town. The one…
Stephanie’s Bachelorette Party
The Dance She is my sister and she is luminous. I have eyes-wide-open watched as the grave opened. I was witness as the rock was slowly pried open and the white putrid cloth, suffocating life, was unwrapped one slow turn…
Summer Feast
(Be aware, Grandma, the pictures don’t come until the end of the post!) I’ve been hungering for delight. My living has become dry boned parched. I escape into the still-dark morning, spread out on the linoleum office table,…