Photo Credit In the rush between dinner and dessert, in the harried press to Get-These-Kids-to-Bed, four-year-old Isaiah remembers. Running through the house, he shouts, “Guys! We need to do our yeaves!” // My family is growing leaves again this...
Reaching across the purple loveseat where we sat, I grabbed a hunk of my husband’s wildly overgrown hair and held it between my fingers. “I have an idea,” I said, “Let’s hold Daddy down and cut his hair.” The kids, sprawled around the room in various stages of...
Our stove was broken. The oven burned everything and the biggest burner, the one I used every meal, either ran on high or not at all. It was one more thing we didn’t have time for, didn’t have money. Not long ago, when our finances led me to consider...
(This past week marked the one year anniversary of my admission to a local Psychiatric Hospital due to the sudden onset of severe panic attacks. I took this picture of the outside when I went back this week for a routine appointment. You can read more...
Easter weekend I made my favorite icing, tinted it pink and worked with a wide butter knife to spread it across the gentle curves of lemon cupcakes. It was my Grandmother’s recipe, the only icing I’ve ever really liked. The recipe got me...
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