Welcome to the place of overflowing grace in the midst of messy motherhood.
There are a lot of kids up in here, a lot of noise, and a lot of life. It's raw and real, and often sticky.
But I wouldn't trade it. (Except maybe the sticky part.)
Join me for the journey.  

Tiny Orbit: What You Really Need For a New Baby

My world shrinks after having a baby. Adding another human to the earth does increase the population, but for me it means that life will have to go on out there, fast, busy – and without us for a while. I feel like a mama chicken gathering her chicks under her wings and settling in for a cozy nap.  Piano lessons, playdates, outings, extemporaneous sports and shopping largely take rain checks for a few months while we get used to the paradigm shift that happened in our family overnight. The youngest is no longer the youngest. Motherhood is new all over again. And Grandma has achieved a new level of sainthood. The basics become paramount for a while. Food. Sleep. Diapers. Coffee. But that was

Prophet Margins

The home school year is in full swing once again. I managed the annual culling of coverless markers and broken crayons. Everyone in the house was invited to participate in the ceremonial end-of-summer cleansing of the Yukon (we finally found a missing sneaker – and some very old cheese). The chalkboard wall was repainted (by inexhaustible grandma) and the first white scribble (by the also inexhaustible three year old) christened it. New ergonomically child friendly scissors had their inaugural test run giving a koosh ball a hair cut (also by the three year old). Dusty curriculum totes were dragged out of the basement and the contents given places of honor on the school shelves. The mailman g


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