You’ve heard it. I’ve heard it. But at this moment, I’m hell bent on keeping it the reality: Keeping it simple. Culture is already swimming with holiday ideas and trinkets to fill up our time and empty our wallets. This is the time of year when I try and make a point to tuck away into my
At the end of it all, I have hope. We lost our Lochy boy this past week. He ventured a wee bit too far from home (not far as the crow flies, but none-the-less, ended up on a 45 mph country road) and was struck by a car. A pedestrian happened to see him laying
The hardest thing I’ve done in my life is live through the every day. It’s mundane. It’s sloppy. And it’s hard. I want to be all like “Yay! Cherish the moments!” but secretly inside, I want to crawl away to a quite home where there are no little ones to constantly peck me to death.
Choosing My Vital Few Whew. Wowza. What a season we’ve just come through. You know when you’ve just delivered a baby and you’re all “Whew! Wowza! That was a doozy.” – ya, it’s like that though, thank the Lord, there was a lot less blood involved. These past few months have been filled with times of
I’m floored. And by floored, I mean I’m currently laying on the floor, soothing my aching bones from the exhaustion that has joyfully consumed my body. 5,000 copies of Family Table are currently sitting in my God-forsaken basement awaiting their destiny on your kitchen counter! The book is done. The book is here. The book is for
I wasn’t always this person. But don’t remind me of that. A decade ago – I was much, much different. Those of you who have read my testimony (part two here) can… well… attest to that. I’m not going to tell you who I was because I don’t want you to know her. But this past
Ever get in a funk? Of course you do, you’re human. We all do. You know what else will put you in a funk? Finding A STRAY CHIN HAIR ON YOUR FACE! What the what?! Funk level = maximized. I found myself that way today… wandering around like a “mombie” who’s heart was heavy with
The ordinary. Hi. My name is Shaye. And I would like to share with you ordinary photographs from these past few days. Because – get this now – my life is ordinary. Y’all. I have four kids five and under. It’s so dang wonderful and so brutally hard. A clean house is a distant memory like a
Changes, y’all. Big changes. I felt so melancholy a few nights back, I wanted to just crawl out of my skin. I sat in bed, nursing Juliette… staring out the window… praying with Stuart. The sprinkler was watering the field off in the distance and it’s faithful tick-tick-tick gave a rhythmic undertone to my heavy
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