I used to have a chicken that defied the odds. I always assumed, as a mature farmer (of course), that I wouldn’t take to any of my farm animals as ‘pets’. They’re here to work and they serve a purpose and that was that. But my Helen hen broke the mold. I’ve had very few
I have to kill her. The “her” that’s always telling me to do more… be more… “live up to my potential”… and stupid things like that. She must go. As I write this, there are no less than 21,837 crayons littering the floor. And not even nice crayons. The weird chunks of broken crayons that
Remember my kids? The little ones who birth stories you read here, and here, and here. And here (almost forgot about that last one). Well, they are now giants that are taking over my planet. I just thought you should know. People say they’ll grow up and, of course, they do. But I can’t figure out
Christmas Liturgy, By Stuart Homeschooling our kids has made me think a lot about some big questions. I’ve typically never been one to go with the flow for the sake of going with the flow. So, when we decided to homeschool I had to wrestle with some why and what questions. It turns out that
Why are we here? Even as a writer, I so often find that words fail me. They fail to express the swarm of emotions that swirl around us in the ebbs and flows of this life. If you’ve been following us on social media, you’ve no doubt heard of the passing of my Grandpa Larson.
Even though we only spent a year in Alabama, in my Shaye heart, it may as well have been a decade. The lessons and hard valleys that we discovered there were branded on us for a lifetime. Not only were we poor, so (so!) poor, but Stu was working so hard he was basically absent.
Hello, Peace. Around New Years, everyone has grand intentions. All of a sudden we’re going to be something we’ve never been, or something we’ve never done. And magically we’re going to stick with it, without fail, because as of January 1st, we’re now awesome. Well, I’m not. But maybe you are. I’m still just a Mom,
Don’t tell me what you ate. I’m a creature of habit, as we all tend to be. I like my baths each night and an espresso, with a dash of cream, each morning. So naturally, when a new season of Anthony Bordain ‘Parts Unknown’ comes on, I watch it. It’s habit. But it’s a lovely one
I am here. Despite the plague having hit our house hard over the last week and a half, I am here. I may be buried under no less than nineteen loads of dirty towels, sheets, pajamas, and pillowcases… but I am here. And you know what? While I wasn’t here, but rather swimming in the
“I think you need to see this house. I think it could be amazing.” I won’t quickly forget the first time I drove down the dirt road that leads to our hidden cottage. Off of the road, past the neighbors, and down a lane with a car full of children. My favorite past time during