Day 2: Listen
Day 2: Listen “Moving? How do I feel about moving? I just hate feeling months of loneliness,” Mom closed her eyes, tears starting to appear. Deb looked up sharply and tapped the eraser of her pencil on the legal pad…
Day 1: How to Fall in Love with a Zipcode
Just this last month, the Gross’ family adopted a new zipcode, driving through the mountains of five states and landing in northern GA. You too friend? Have you moved and are still reeling a bit? Or do you live with a chronic…
Our 2014 Move: The Great Silence is Over
I can’t write while I’m moving. I can surf Zillow for our future, sketch plans of backyard gardens, move furniture in my mind. I jot down new recipes and pin color schemes. Before I can make sense of the rest of…
When We are Confused by our Calling
Welcome to Word-seeds dear friend. This is where we pray the Scripture roots into every crevice and crack of our life, breaks up the hard ground. Word seed is a Bible study that may take longer than a day. We wind…
Sleeping with Bread, Part 4; Wrestling with God
This was a wrestle this summer…one that I can’t mold into a tidy little shape of words, the sweat and tears of it are just too fresh. Have mercy with the lack of polish…I considered not publishing it, but, honestly, it…
Sleeping with Bread: Part 3, Healing through Repetition
A newly made, golden baguette lay between the storm and wooden doors generously wrapped with saran wrap and a blue satin bow. My new friend, Lindsay Harrison had sent this text message earlier that day: “I left a gift at your…
For When I’m Struggling with Selfishness: Honoring Mothers
At the same time that I am emptying boxes here in Sewickley, PA, attempting to build a home, on Saturday I helped to tear one down: Andrew’s Grandmother’s. I emptied drawers of tatting threads, carried shelves out to waiting vans and wandered…
A Soft Landing (Doesn’t that sound like a great novel?)
Hi friends! Summer writing with three kids is hard. Summer writing living at someone else’s house is hard. Summer writing without knowing where you are landing is hard. And apparently, I need roots, a sense of place, and oh ya,a…
When You Don’t Feel Worthy of God’s Love
He’s sprawled out beside my sleeping husband right now, the little love. They are both passed out on our bed, lights still on. Superman pajama top, Christmas jammy bottom. I found him at the top of the stairs before my…
Where to Go with Our Grief
Nana squirted the colors out on white paper plates, four small mounds. Fingers dip in, tentative at first. “This is your sad page. Madeline,” mom explains, “draw your feeling. It doesn’t have to be a picture, just paint how you feel onto the…