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Lessons I Learned the Hard Way Our First Year Homeschooling
Last week, I asked my daughter to reflect on our homeschool year and give me some of her thoughts (always a risk). She quickly responded wrapping up the entire year with the memory of me saying to her “Mila you are NOT even trying!” Granted, those words were spoken over the course of the year.…
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My Husband’s Grace
This winter, I once again hit the neighbor’s fence while backing out. I ran into it a few months prior, but the car managed to escape mark free. I told them we would replace the dinged up board, but luckily we hadn’t yet, because this winter I hit it again. Anyways, this time the car…
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A Gentle Reminder
Today was the day my routine was starting up again. It was 6:30 in the morning and my husband was heading to work for the first time in 11 days. 6:30 shouldn’t be too early for me, but it was. I told him the night before I would need some gentle coaxing to get up,…
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So That He is Greater
In the third grade, I told a group of my friends that the house my parents had just bought was a “quarter mansion.” This was intended to be a brag. Perhaps the McDonald’s Quarter Pounder had recently launched, but in my head, this was the best way to describe how huge my new house was.…
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The Seat with a View: Thoughts on 8 Years of Marriage
My husband always makes sure I have the seat with a view. At a restaurant, movie theatre, ride on a boat, spot on the couch. He always makes sure my view is better. He will stare at the bathroom sign or the bar cart or a brick pillar or the door to the kitchen so…
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Waves and Breakers: My Story with Mental Illness
My parents dropped me at the psychiatrist’s office, a special delivery, when I was about to turn 18. I was absolutely terrified, but I didn’t want them with me. I wore shiny black Payless heels because I needed to make sure the doctor knew I was different than all the other people that end up…
