Because sometimes? Chatter.

So I've been OD-ing on Parenthood. So funny. Kinda cute. Kinda real. Not the cleanest thing in the world, but perfect for getting me through some extra long days of Israel being out of town. Work. Work. Work. We're hoping it will let up a little. Between a conference and the normal scheduled out of … Continue reading Because sometimes? Chatter.

Hands {Five Minute Friday}

Hands begin the morning. Rested. Ready. And are gradually worn down. Hands on the babies back. Hands pulling back the banana peel. Hands twisting sprinkler knobs. Hands writing. Hands on stroller handle assisting in running. Hands stirring oatmeal and coffee and flipping quesadillas. Hands consoling and rocking and patting. Hands leaving little things til later … Continue reading Hands {Five Minute Friday}

In My Daddy’s Garden

I stepped between the rows careful to place my feet in the furrows, the hot sun heating up my rubber boots. Pulling the weeds from our rows and rows of vegetables in our family garden was a summer ritual. And then in the fall, harvest came. Around June, we planted the corn in long rows. … Continue reading In My Daddy’s Garden