Freedom reigns.

Freedom reigns.

I’ve never been the “fun” or “silly” mom. I mean, to some extent, but I wouldn’t say that I’ve had my focus on the right ways to meet my kids where they’re at vs. where I’d like them to be, selfishly. It’s not easy to admit it and I’ve always been thankful that daddy...
Dirty Hands and Unclean Hearts

Dirty Hands and Unclean Hearts

It’s midday in the garden, the sun is at it’s highest peak beaming down on me and sweat drips to the ground. My hands accrue dirt as time goes on and the moisture of the ground keep them that way. Dirty. As I cultivate, my hands stay steady collecting...
a move, a mess, and a decision to start over.

a move, a mess, and a decision to start over.

It all started 6 months ago, a conversation that threatened my comfort zone like a tiger ready to pounce. The words, “I think we should move to Atlanta.” My initial feeling was anger, confusion, and although I’d like to say a little bit annoyed, it...