A Deeply Rooted Home

A Deeply Rooted Home

The trees we planted in the yard have grown and our boys have followed suit. We don’t notice the changes as much overnight, or even season to season, but a cluster of years tells a different story. Like the pencil marks that tracked each summer stay on my Grandma...
Holding the Year Gently

Holding the Year Gently

It is that time, we find ourselves still in the lingering glow of the new year. The threshold has been crossed with wide-eyed wonder and possibility. Promises that this year will be the year echo everywhere. At two weeks in, reality begins to seep into the edges of...
What We Tell Our Boys

What We Tell Our Boys

As I sit here, my boys are heavy on my mind. Our girls, our boys, all of our children hold weight in my thoughts. By all accounts the five sons we are raising fall under privileged white boy status. We are not wealthy by any means, but that is not the privilege I am...
The Measure of a Good Summer + a free gift

The Measure of a Good Summer + a free gift

 Summer is over. It has been for awhile according to my boys. If you entered a craft store at some point, you were being sold its ending in July, when the foam pumpkins dared to take up position on the shelves. Inevitably once the school bell rings on that first day,...
The Place Our Boys Need Us to Meet Them

The Place Our Boys Need Us to Meet Them

It’s evening, we are all gathered around the table, in between pickups and drop-offs, homework and practice, signing forms and organizing schedules, we have this precious time together.  Looking in, it would seem anything but — we are loud, a mouth is open while...