New Year, Not So New Me

New year means new me, right? Let’s all roll our eyes collectively. The only thing that will change when the clock strikes midnight is the year and even that will take a few months to sink in. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the motivation to change what we don’t like about ourselves and the … Continue reading New Year, Not So New Me


Weaving Stories, Family, and Blueberries

I can barely hear her through the squeals of our children. We pause our conversation to answer the small but mighty voices asking us question after question. The bodies attached to those voices bound off and dart between blueberry bushes. The oldest girl in the lead, closely followed by my friend's daughter. My middle daughter … Continue reading Weaving Stories, Family, and Blueberries