Starting a New Year in the middle of winter feels odd, doesn’t it?  I have to confess, I always get all the feels when faced with a blank calendar or planner waiting to be filled with all the things that will be done. It’s a lot like the draw and trepidation of a blank page:

For those of you who were lucky enough to still have see-saws on your childhood playgrounds, did you ever stand over the fulcrum with a foot on either side trying to balance the whole thing on a level? (Side note: kids like me are probably why you don’t see many see-saws anymore). That balancing act

Unreliable was about the worst thing you could be called in my family.  If you were not 15 minutes early you were considered late.  My grandfather took lateness as a personal insult and drilled promptness and reliability into all of his children.  “Why don’t you like this person, Grampy.”  “Well sweetie, he’s just unreliable.” His

I’m back! Much later than planned to be sure. I certainly had no intention of putting this down for over a year. I still cannot believe it’s been that long despite the fact that it has been a very long year, full of changes and adjustments…some of which are still ongoing. Don’t worry, I promise

There’s nothing like having a needle toothed bundle of adorable in my house to flare up my already strong tendency toward extreme distractibility.  Add puppy training, snuggling, and constant rescuing of all the footwear to the ever growing list of projects. I haven’t forgotten you all. But this little bright spot and all his shenanigans

I’m officially just over the roiling suck fest that is this pandemic life. I’m blown.  This is me talking. I spent my young life training for these conditions growing up in the middle of nowhere.  Grocery shopping 1-2 times a month? No probs. No going out to dinner? No worries. Isolation? Mastered that by the

I always feel like the beginning of the move back toward the light makes more sense as the start of the new year, so I’ve had a nice 10 day lead to think over this past year.  It’s been a doozy, that’s for sure – full of grief and growth and more transformation than any

It’s been a minute. Part of it is that the season has been consuming a fair bit of my time, but let’s be honest: this time of year isn’t easy on anyone, even if you love the season the way we do. There’s always just a ton of feelings that tend to crop up around

Now that we are officially past the first of December, I can start talking Christmas, right? We go big on Christmas around here. We’ve been listening to carols for at least a couple of weeks, the house got all decked out right after Thanksgiving, and our giant tree has been up since last weekend. We

I hated history growing up. With ministry exams to pass it was always more focused on memorizing dates than on telling any kind of story. Between this and the fact that Canadian Thanksgiving is in October and actually focused on giving thanks, I pretty much dodged the whole Plymouth rock love fest mythology of the