Church Hurt: The Story
Since sometime in 2016 I’ve written vaguely—and sometimes less vaguely—about a church hurt our family experienced in 2015 that ultimately led to us leaving the very church upon which we had been building community for our family. I found myself…
High School
Something about yesterday opened the fragile trapdoor behind which I was unknowingly storing my true feelings about my oldest child starting high school in a month. His impending matriculation didn’t take me by surprise, of course. I was cheerfully applauding…
Diagnosis
I wish I weren’t in my pajamas. This is the second thought I had after my husband sat me down in our living room on our 5th anniversary to tell me that the MRI he’d had earlier in the week “accidentally”…
The Creep
The anxiety is returning. Without even the decency to creep in, it’s more looming and roaring like a thunderstorm you can see coming from across the river. COVID cases are exponentially increasing, the days are dramatically shorter and darker, and…
Common Cents
The time has indeed come. I could wax philosophical about the time I’ve spent away from discussing finances, financial goals, and financial freedom, and how it has been symbolic of the general chaos that has befallen much of our lives…
My Year of Less, Chapter Three: Sobriety
On the 4th of July, I knew I was done. I’d had an impending sense of a pull to abstinence from alcohol for quite some time despite having no “real” consequences from my drinking. I knew this was on the horizon…
Homeschool, Here We Come!
I’d considered including this post in my “My Year of Less” series, because this homeschooling venture fits into “less public school” and will have the domino effect of less of a lot of things as the year goes on but,…
My Year of Less: A Brief Update
In Chapter 2 of this series, I announced a personal shopping ban. Six weeks into it, I’m happy to report that things are going well. I finally found sandals to replace my worn out Chacos (another pair of Chacos I…
My Year of Less, Chapter Two: The Shopping Ban
On behalf of COVID-19, we’re wrapping up nine weeks of social distancing/quarantine/isolation/whatever here in Massachusetts, with a tenth and likely many more before us. The first 8 weeks did not leave me a lot of time for contemplation, as I highlighted in…