3 Reasons to Consider Homebirth

my youngest and I in our bed, just after his birth

Last week Megan allowed me to write a guest post for her in her series on natural, intervention-free birth.

You can read it here: 3 Reasons to Consider Homebirth.

Postcards from the January Homestead

This was written last Friday. The wood stove hums away with pots of water heating on top and the youngest children are engaged in a lively game of chase. Stewart has gone to pick up hay and I will split my day between bringing in firewood, answering questions about diagramming sentences, snuggling little Joshie, and…

End of Year Postcards

Stewart planted loads of garlic this year. It went in late, to be sure, but because we could find no onions to plant, we planted plenty. This little ma’am is nearing the five month mark. Are my children the only ones who put everything into a bowl with milk and call it cereal? We now…

Forgive Them & Revile Not

Just a short post to highlight some helpful reading over on the Sifford Sojournal: Forgive Them “…Wow. Forgiving, even if I could be just in taking offense; forgiving and forgetting (like we would want God to) and not reviling the person; God’s forgiveness being withheld for my being unforgiving of others! But here was the…

the years are short, and the days are too

Her hand wraps effortlessly around my finger and it is like a thousand upon a thousand hugs. Her head smells sweeter than the sweetest flower in the greenest meadow and so I make my way back there a hundred times a day before it fades, for I know it will. My fate is sealed when…

I Just Thought You Should Know

I sit down, laptop in hand, breakfast by my side. Stewart is manning the children, breakfast, and the morning school activities and I am in a quiet room with enough coffee to float me down a river. I guess that’s what it takes to bang out some photo editing and key strokes these days. But…

Life in the New Cabin and Perspective

Sometime in June it was decided that summer was barreling down on us in this space with few windows. And so it was time to move into the new cabin, even if we hadn’t finished it. One sweaty Friday Stewart and I lugged over mattresses and bedding with stragglers dragging carrying pillows and blankets behind…

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