You might wonder at a name like Unshaken; what kind of woman stands behind a name like that? Perhaps someone who is confident, successful, a woman who not only has a plan, she has a plan for how she will execute her plan. That’s not me. I am both easily and often shaking. Let me…Read more »
I Still Have Kids. They Still Go to School. They Still Ride a Bus.
September is not quite upon us, and yet I sit here surrounded by silence. Why? Because today is the first day of school. If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’ll no doubt be surprised at a first-day-of-school blog appearing on the actual first day of school. It hasn’t happened before. Two years ago…Read more »
It has happened. I have turned not just another year older, but another decade older. All with the passing of one day. Funny how so much can change between a sunset and a sunrise. How something that was always on its way, feels like it came suddenly. As my husband discovered the ill-fated birthday he came…Read more »
I Have Kids, They Ride a Bus
September is once again upon us. I’m not sure how it snuck up so quickly. I can’t exactly recall how the lazy amble of July rolled into August and the summer slipped by; but it did. Now the days of playing outside in various states of dress/undress have been replaced with my stern reprimands of,…Read more »
Sometimes it is stumbling staggering falling. Sometimes it is crying shouting screaming. Sometimes it is heavy suffocating silent. Sometimes it is only because the alternative is Impossible.
I Still Do
Many years ago today we committed our lives to each other. The decision was based somewhat on emotion; we were in love. It was based mostly on naiveté; we really knew very little of each other and what we were getting ourselves into. It was based completely on the fact we wanted to spend the rest…Read more »
Who Am I?
I search through my memories for an answer and I find story. My sisters and brother sitting together listening to my parents read us story. Overlapping voices growing louder, my extended family speaking, layering story. I grow older and learn to passionately devour story myself. Always in the background, my God, writing His story in…Read more »
Yoga Pants and Grace
Curl up in your favourite chair, get cozy. Lay your head back and rest a while. This is a yoga pants zone – a space for grace. Don’t see the connection? Despite the fun of getting dressed up and feeling pretty, I think secretly, we all love slipping into our yoga pants and taking…Read more »