JMC
JMC
I am not a woman with a large, thriving or active friend group or "tribe" as it may be. For one, I've always been very selective and discerning with the people in my life, in favor or quality versus quantity. Second, since the scourge of the pandemic and shifting to a completely remote work environment (permanently), my social circles have...
Read MoreI try not to “death scroll” on social media, but like a lot of society, it happens far too often than I would like to admit. I like to think my feed is fairly innocuous as I engage most with fairly low drama-content, i.e. dogs, farm animals, cakes, recipes, home design, etc. A few weeks ago I stumbled across a video post of a lovely woman who was...
Read MoreI feel the years slip away most on milestone days. First step, first word, and today, just one of the many first days of school… an annual cadence that to outsiders feels fairly commonplace (and probably a bit annoying as their Instagram blows up for a few weeks of those telltale pictures). To a lot of mothers, it is both celebration and
Read MoreIt’s been two years without the man that taught me what a real man should be. Without the man that gave me my golden hair, Dutch girl stature, and quiet, self conscious nature. Without the one who taught me to build, to use my hands, to seek God’s wisdom and to love well. Without the man that passed on a love for playing in the dirt (gardening),...
Read MoreI've always loved sharing my Favorite Things, a la Oprah, albeit quite a bit less bougie, and I knew from the beginning this was something I would want to resurrect from my blogging days into current day. It is far too ambitious of me to think I will do this every Friday, but you can count on some sporadic snapshots of what I am into at any given...
Read MoreI've always believed that true character and nature is revealed with how people respond to tragedy, pain, suffering, fear, anxiety and death. In other words, when pressed to the flame, we show our true colors. That's not to say we aren't allowed to grieve death, feel anxious when presented with worries and fears, and cry out when inflicted with...
Read MoreA year of missing you A July that slipped by in a numb, strange haze of grief. One milestone birthday where I felt empty and my heart ached so deeply to laugh with you and say, “Can you believe you have 40 year old kids?!” So many weird moments of such anger and frustration at the unfairness of it
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