On the Homestead: Dreams

Dreaming has always been one of my love languages. There was a season when babies… farming… flowers… all of that was a dream. Here’s what’s next.

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Essential Oils For Chickenpox.

You know what’s fun? All your kids getting the chickenpox. You know what’s even more fun? Getting the shingles yourself and then actually giving all your kids the chickenpox. Whoop! We sure…

Where I was 10 years ago.

I used to sneak blog posts into nap times. Ha! Nap times? What are those? It feels like it’s been ages since I was able to sit down and process…

My children are giants.

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…

Date night with my man.

Tonight is date night. Stuart and I went years without taking a date night in almost any form, unless you count trips to the grocery store – with all the children –…

Christmas Liturgy

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…

Why are we here?

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…

Time to make sure everyone has underwear.

It’s easy, isn’t it, to feel like you’re not enough? This time of year, particularly, I can begin to feel this emotions creep in. Because I’m the Mom who thinks…

The old Shaye.

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…

Sass.

There are lots of babies in my life right now. Lots and lots of babies. I’ve got babies. You’ve got babies. All my friends have babies. Random people walking down…

Peace.

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…

Don’t tell me what you ate.

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,…

I am here.

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…

On the Homestead: Dreams

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