Quarantine journal

Captain’s log, day 35. I wonder how you all are hanging in there. It’s so funny how we’ve all acquired the same words for this era!—strange, bizarre, odd, are we ‘holding up’ or ‘hanging in’. Well, as much as is possible, we are all of these. It seems like the shelter in place began like a pioneer adventure and we found ourselves eager to test our home-steading (staying..) skills.

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Easter hymn

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I love this hymn below written by Isaac Watts in 1707. Given the state of this world this Easter and Holy Week, I have found I am more engaged in things than years past; not that I’m less busy or tired! Ha.. ha?? Not sure how i should feel about that. But either way, the outside distractions are just different as we shelter in place. I’m busy all day long but in new ways. I have the people and tasks right but only what is right in front of me. My headspace has been Continue reading “Easter hymn”

Looking back at 2018

I’ve done a “year in review” style post in years past but hadn’t felt up to it anytime recently, but when one is sick in bed (and slightly bored), things like this just happen 😉 happy new year! Here are a few major moments I’m thinking of as we sail into 2019. This year held many changes for us, and it was a pivotal moment in how we view our lives. We’ve slowed down significantly, pruned things that needed pruning and attempted to boil down to the vital parts of life. It’s been a beautiful process! Not without challenges Continue reading “Looking back at 2018”

Thoughts on a Wednesday

Oh Fall, you have finally made your debut. And here we are, burrowing indoors, concocting and doctoring soups and stews, gobbling apples from the backyard (as long as we beat the birds to them!), making every sunset an event, snapping pumpkin portraits with only the most impeccable lighting, chattering incessantly about the weather changing (somebody stop me!) and writing too, everything and anything. Continue reading “Thoughts on a Wednesday”

Mother’s Day notes

I am full in my heart today. Full of bacon, sweet memories, taking my time to wake up and only hiding in the bathroom once. Full with the wonder of each day with children, their new rush of energy and joy in the mornings, their purity, perspective, half-eaten meals, dirty fingernails, thousand-watt smiles and many injuries (them and us). Continue reading “Mother’s Day notes”

Late night essay


Arm asleep, drool on shoulder. Snotty, congested breaths, chests rise and fall. Various limbs nestled tightly with mine, comforted in the closeness. All other beds in the house emptied in the span of a few sleepless hours over a tearful bargain for ours. A haggle often lost by us, I’m sure the record is staggering. Such is the predicament of the midnight hours with our sick children. Continue reading “Late night essay”