Canning: Reviving the Art of Survival

We’re reaching new heights of automation and simplification every day, and our commercials are full of appliances that do it all. But what have we lost in our pursuit of progress? Could you survive without a grocery store? Could I?
The fact that I have to answer, “No,” is a bit worrisome. It’s time to start walking backward instead of forward–back to where the art of survival was common knowledge.

Lessons from the Trees

Summer is here. To some, that means a slower pace and more restful days. To others, that means an onslaught of activities, vacations, parties, and other stressful fun.
Know who won’t be all in a dither this summer? The trees. Know why? Because trees are cool like that. They’re impervious to the American obsession with haste.
Read on to learn from the trees.
(And also to see some big news for my family in the upcoming year.)
(No, it’s not a baby.)
(Don’t look so disappointed.)

1,000 Books and Counting

It’s hard to find time to read as often as we’d like, right? I adore books, and I still feel the same way. And don’t even get me started on how I wish I read to my kids more often.
But here’s a little something that helped keep me on my toes and establish great reading habits with my toddler. We really enjoyed it, and I think you might too. Even if you don’t have little ones at home, this post is for you!

Snapshots of Thankfulness

As I looked back through the pictures I’d taken in 2021, I realized what a year it had been.–difficult, joyful, tiring, rewarding, and everything in between. But God’s hand was even more evident in hindsight, especially in the hard times.
Care to join me in a pictorial year-in-review?

Mom Guilt

Ah, parenthood–the hardest, most rewarding, hardest, most entertaining, hardest job I’ve ever done. Let’s face it, folks–raising little sinners is hard work for big sinners.
At times I find myself frustrated about how the day is going, and at those same times I wonder if I’ll regret my frustration when the kids are grown. Is there a solution to this conundrum? Read on for a scary (relatable) peek into my musings.