The Love Languages of Stomach Flu
Last Tuesday, I awoke at 11 p.m. and thought I might be sick. Swinging my legs over the bed was all the movement I needed to confirm the truth. I clamped a hand over my mouth and tried to run
Love Is Not Love . . .
On Saturday, imbibed with joie de vivre, which always comes with spring weather, I asked my husband for a hammer and some finishing nails. Our girls followed me around. The seven-year-old asked, "What're you doing?" "I'm about to revolutionize this house." "What
How the Light Gets In
Two weeks have passed, so I can neither remember what my eldest daughter had been fussing about, nor why my response had been to stomp back the hallway and slam the washer door. When her behavior did not change, I told
Want to Join My Street Team?
Dear Readers, Today, over six years since I took a snowy walk with my firstborn daughter, which sparked the idea for How the Light Gets In, I get the chance to ask you to join my street team. How the Light Gets
Evergreen: What I Want to Be This Year
ev·er·green/ˈevərˌɡrēn/adjective 1. of or denoting a plant that retains green leaves throughout the year. "They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are
Original Watercolor Giveaway Inspired by How the Light Gets In
I don’t know a stronger woman than Anna Floyd, and I know many strong women. I first met Anna close to ten years ago through a mutual friend. I was a newlywed, and Anna was finishing up her nursing degree.
Try My New Novel For Free + Book Club Kit!
Hello, dear ones, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and enjoyed a few days filled with gratitude and all things cranberry. Speaking of cranberry, I have some delicious cranberry recipes to share with you, courtesy of my former neighbor, Jessica Rogers,
Home Is Where the Table Is
One summer, eleven years ago now, I visited my husband’s extended family in Pennsylvania. I remember my husband’s younger cousins chasing me with a crawdad they’d found in their uncle’s pond. Little did they known I had grown up scouting
The Upside Down Kingdom
Ten at night on a university campus. My feet hurt. I shivered in my thin sweater. My bag weighed about a thousand pounds. I had asked three students for directions, but I still couldn’t find the parking garage where my
Why I Appreciate My Spouse
My husband’s been in Wisconsin since Wednesday, and until Friday afternoon, I took great pride in the fact that I could manage just fine without him. My three daughters and I read books, baked muffins, played outside in the cool November