Sympathy, Faith and a Tricycle

“The last time I saw you,” she sighed, staring at an afternoon decades ago, “you were wearing a little shirt with a pocket on the chest, and a nappy, and I took you straight off ya Mum and walked down the back of the yard. We had a look at the animals, and you put [...]

Creating Beauty From Ashes

A blogger I follow recently wrote for the first time about the abuse she experienced growing up. For 30 years she’s managed to shove it beneath the surface of her life without ever talking about it or addressing it. And she has done an amazing job of it. Despite those damaging experiences, she is a [...]

Letter To My Younger Self

Dear Little Blue, You don’t really need this letter, because you’ll eventually figure all these things out on your own, but if I could share a few insights with you, I’d let you know that even though it feels like there’s not a soul on earth who’d really care if you ceased to exist, in [...]

getting older; getting better

Since I entered my forties a few years back, I’ve been offered masses of conflicting ‘truths’ and ‘knowledge.’ Everything is downhill from here. You’re still young! Forty is the new thirty! Well, you’re in your forties. Increased injury and weight gain is just normal. Oh, you have no idea. Wait till you hit fifty. Then [...]

Hope and Healing…In Ward Choir?

Today’s guest post comes from Kirsten Holt Beitler, who is an artist, wife, teacher, and mother of four boys, not necessarily in that order depending on the day. She writes about her life, her artwork,her kids, adoption, being a Mormon, her love of chickens, and anything else she wants to on her blog, My Brush [...]

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