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Being the Mom

Being a mom. The hardest job. The best job. But the hardest. The best and the hardest at the same time. Sometimes the hard and the best take turns. Sometimes the hard gets harder and the remnants of the best are like tattered threads. At this unprecedented time in our history—with the world facing and […]

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Grief in the Midst of Covid19

I believe there’s an overwhelming corporate and private grief we are all in. And I think many people have no idea that what they are feeling is grief. There’s a lot we’ve lost to this virus. Too much to list but for starters, there is the loss of college graduation ceremonies, wedding receptions, baby showers, […]

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Broken Hearts

Lots of Broken Hearts… Lots of broken hearts hidden behind gentle smiles as we enter into February. Friends and strangers dealing with brokenness, sadness, and a daily wrestling match with questions that have no good answers this side of heaven. The only good news, and it’s really good news, is that Jesus walks alongside the […]

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I Hope You Dance!

A deep desire to live joyfully Part of my restlessness and dogged determination to do what I love—to live joyfully—is to be the arms and legs of my Grandmother Lillian, so she can dance.  I read her story from my father’s pen.  Pencil, rather, as he wrote his story in pencil much like an obedient […]

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What If? Fear’s Motto

Just talking to myself here… Hand-lettered words under broken pieces of glass. Simple yet profound. Breathe in faith, breathe out fear A few wise words from my very wise friend. The move to the farm ( the new home of Mosaics at the Farm) is exciting and a bit scary. I will say that the […]

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Invisible Disabilities

Sometimes our Pain is Invisible How many people do I know who are actively fighting cancer? At least five names come to mind. I’m not talking about strangers or statistics here; I am talking people in my life. People who cross my path on a regular basis. People I call ‘friend’ or ‘family’.  I can […]