Super Bowl Sunday is the best day of the year. Unrelated: I hate football.

I love the Super Bowl. Not because I love football, or even because I can tolerate watching five minutes of it, but because it means the NFL season is OVER. Sunday at approximately 6:30 p.m., I get my husband back, after six months of living with a sports entranced zombie-like replacement. The Super Bowl is indeed a day to celebrate with guacamole and loud cheers. I’m a modern woman who loves fishing, hiking and catching spiders as much as the next man. Not a girly girl. But no matter how hard I try I just cannot get into football. Promise, … Continue Reading »»

You can find your rest here.

I found peace yesterday, amongst the cacti and pepper trees in the courtyard of a 220-year-old church. I sat by myself on an ornate, weathered bench outside the Mission San Juan Bautista, a slight breeze tickling my face as a few pompous feral roosters marched by. Soft Latin chamber music trickled from the church, but I didn’t go inside. I stayed in the garden, listening to songbirds and eucalyptus trees rustling in the wind. While it’s warm like spring, a sunny 70 degrees, the bare roots of the rose garden remind me it’s still winter. A lone daffodil has stuck … Continue Reading »»

Loss and Parenting: When the Mommyless become Mommies

I’m so excited to bring you a guest post today by one of my favorite bloggers, Lauren Thompson from Loving Marshall. I just love following Lauren’s life as she writes with great candor about motherhood, and what it’s like to be a motherless mother.  Today’s post is the kickoff of a new monthly series about Loss and Parenting – how different types of loss affects the way we love and mother our children.  Enjoy! – When the mommy-less become mommies… I lost my mom unexpectedly when I was 10 years old. Very unexpectedly. She died in her sleep at the … Continue Reading »»

Panic inducing memories in my old Bible

Yesterday I was rummaging around the garage when I stumbled on a giant Box of Christian Books. This box has somehow survived several moves, collecting dust in various closets, garages and sheds. Although its contents haven’t made our shelves in years, I haven’t had the strength to get rid of them. I haven’t even have the strength to open the box…Until yesterday. The experience was a tour in the Museum of the Person I Used to Be. In it were the usual evangelical suspects. “Every Woman’s Battle” by Shannon Ethridge, “The Dream Giver for Teens,” by Bruce & Jessica Wilkinson, complete … Continue Reading »»

Improv(ing) my life: What improv comedy taught me about marriage, motherhood and life, Part I

I am three weeks into an eight week introductory improv course. I’ve been embarrassed to tell people, as if the admission suggests I think I’m really comedic or something. The truth is, I read Tina Fey’s “Bossypants” a few years ago, in which she suggests everyone should take an improv class at some point in their life. I knew right then I had to at some point take one, even though just the thought of it was enough to induce a panic attack. But who am I to argue with Tina?  Joe, being the benevolent husband he is, decided to … Continue Reading »»