I cannot craft. Everything about crafting trips me up. I bought a glue gun a few years ago and nearly lost an eye, and that doesn’t even make sense. Here is what I have to offer craft wise: I will make a batch of margaritas for your crafting party. Even after eleventeen thousand disastrous crafting ventures, I keep trying. It… Read More

On September 21st, 2017, I went to Africa with a team of 6 other women, through Africa New Life Ministries, a non-profit organization. Africa New Life is an organization created by Rwandans to help the Rwandan people empower themselves through education and employment. An overview of ANLM taken from their website: “Since 2001, Africa New Life has shared the Gospel… Read More

Last week my plan to make tacos was thwarted when our pantry revealed that we existed in a house without tortillas, like a bunch of wild animals. And I thought, “You know, I always hear making tortillas is easy, healthier and better tasting.” When I found Masa mix in the cupboard my fate was sealed. I would make my own… Read More

Like any sane person, I love Target. Throughout all life’s chapters, Target has provided. Target equipped us with shelving systems and shower baskets for college. In our 20s it is where we created nonsensical wedding registries, believing marriage would require a horseshoe game and 17 candle holders. After the wedding Target was where we returned with gift cards and purchased the… Read More

Several years ago I attended a weekend Pine Cove camp with good friends. While there, it came out that I did not own a personal Bible. Days after we left the camp they presented me with an engraved study Bible. Inside, each friend had written a personal note and highlighted their favorite verse.     Now when I stumble upon… Read More

Evie, my happy, charismatic fireball baby, moped into the house after kindergarten one-day last week, completely deflated. She walked in quietly next to Nora, who promptly launched into recounting how she prodded Evie the entire bus ride home because something was wrong. Her dad and I mentally scrolled through possibilities…a fight with a friend, someone said something cruel, conflict on… Read More