How Idealism Drags Us Down

From the other room I hear my children open and close the fridge door and shuffle through cardboard boxes in the pantry. They're hungry. Again. (It's been like a whole half-hour since they ate.) As they grab for another granola ...

Dear Fear: We’re Done

Dear Fear, It's quite interesting that you rhyme with dear although you are definitely not something dear to me, or something I want near to me. I've written several letters to you; several letters to the names you have manifested yourself as: ...

Why We Are Always Hungry

"I'm hungry." This mantra echoes in our home, hourly. We homeschool, which means my children are home to eat around the clock. I have no idea how we are going to afford groceries when there are four teenagers--three of them boys--in ...

Trusting in Transition

Nearing the end of pregnancy, I walk through the mall, browsing all the sale items and clothes that are pointless to shop for when you can’t see your toes. Everything I feared happening to my body, happened. My hips expanded, my ...