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To Be Transparent

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This is a different coming of age. My second child - finally, gloriously - turned eighteen as her true self. She is truly coming into her own and I feel so excited for her as she embarks on this journey. Excited and scared.

This unconventional transition into womanhood will likely include loss, as well as gain. Loss of those in her life who don't understand or accept what is it so be transgender. Gain of true friends and supporters - and gain of her authentic self.

For Mother's Day this year I got a daughter. Well, I had her for the past nearly eighteen years, but she decided the day before Mother's Day was the time to share with me that she is she, not he. Zephyr (formerly Zachary) came out to a select few people at first - a few close friends, then me, her dad, and her siblings. Then she threw herself an eighteenth birthday / gender reveal party to let the rest of her friends celebrate with her two months later. Today.


As her mom, I had an inkling for years. I left many an …

To Pack

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I'm so excited.

As bins and boxes and bags take over my house, I get more and more excited. We're packing in preparation to move to our new home. It's quite a bit smaller than our current home - just one big room that can be divided into two if needed...and just a short walk from the bathroom. It's in the woods, with a short walk to a beautiful lake. 

Soon we leave for campsite fourteen at Camp Calumet in Freedom, NH - our home for sixteen days. Packing two adults and three children for a little more than two weeks away ... and one child for eight days at camp... isn't an easy task. The resident campers need extra outfits, plenty of socks and underwear, bathing suits, towels, toiletries, water bottles, and all the other items on their checklist. The adults need a tent, tarps, ropes, food, beds, cooking supplies, and all the other things that go into living in a tent and cooking over a fire for a couple weeks.

I am excited about this vacation. Excited and a bit apprehe…

Becoming Sixteen

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She became sixteen today. One moment she was an impish six year old creating works of art and painting fingernails, and the next she's still doing both of those things, only she's old enough to drive.


Sixteen becomes her - this young lady of deep faith and kindness who tends toward shy around people, but is bold on stage and while whipping up mouth-watering creations in the kitchen.


In the past ever-too-quick year, Haley has grown in her acting, photography, and other creative talents. She has gone on her first of many dates with her girlfriend. She is really coming into her own, taking on more responsibilities and leadership roles.



I am blessed to be mama to this wonderful, creative, thoughtful child who is finding her wings...





To Go and Do Likewise

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God's greatest commandment is LOVE.

To love our neighbors. 

Sure - the family who lives next to me is really nice. I can love them. No problem. 
Except that's not what God means. 
OK, I can also love people who look like me, think the same way as me. They're my neighbors, too!
But God wants love to extend to more people than that. In the story of the Good Samaritan, the neighbor, the one who had mercy on and helped the man who was hurt, is the Samaritan ... the other ... the person looked down upon by society... the foreigner ... the unclean ... the unwanted.

The other. The refugee. The illegal immigrant. The LGBTQ+ person. The mentally ill. The disabled. The Jew. The Muslim. The liberal. The conservative. The inmate. The poor. The rich. The vulnerable. The person who has a different color skin than you, whose political views differ from your own, whose religious beliefs clash with yours. The child. 

God calls us to love them all, not love them except.

And besides, who can argue w…

To Have Days Like These

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I did what I always do - I powered through intense pain in order to meet obligations. And then I went home and crashed. Throughout the afternoon, evening, night, and through the next day...and the next, the pressure in my head combined with the feeling my brain was being sucked out through the base of my skull, combined with intense neck pain, was made worse by so much coughing due to intense chest congestion. 

On days like these, when my illnesses are near their most intense, I cancel plans and do what I can to make it through. I parent my children, I take care of what needs to be taken care of, but mostly I lay in bed, concentrating on not letting the pain take over. These are the days I seldom speak of ... the days - or weeks - of my life that are taken over by illness. The hours of seemingly endless agony that require me to actively avoid panic and seek hope. 

These are the days you don't see. 

You see me when I'm at my best - or am pretending to be. You see me when I'm w…

To Receive Thanks

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Sometimes things are put into your hands just when you need them the most.

On a day of too much illness and too little energy; of financial strain made worse by costly vehicle repairs; of being at the end of my emotional rope, I was holding on by a thread at best.

And then my nineteen year old walked into the living room and handed me an envelope given to him by a friend. It contained a beautiful painting and a heartwarming note for me. The artist and note's author explained that she wasn't sure what the right words were to say, but, to me, every word was perfect. Every word reflected this beautiful young woman who is coming into her own. The slightly-awkward-saying-meaningful-things-to-people in her resonated deeply with the still-awkward-saying-meaningful-things-to-people in me.

That one piece of paper with those heartfelt words affirmed that the work, the pain, the struggle, and the tears are worth the joy I feel when I'm able to do things or write things that make even th…

To Keep Them Safe

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As I watch students filing out of a school after yet another school shooting, I give thanks that my children are safe at home ... and are homeschooled.

When we started homeschooling, school shootings were not even on our radar. Now, it seems you can't get through a week without hearing of one or more on the news. My social media feeds are filled with images of victims of school shootings, rants about what should and shouldn't be done, and too many posts about children traumatized by lockdown drills. 

Parents are increasingly pulling their children out of school to homeschool them because they feel like it's the only way to keep them safe. Some people say that tragedies can happen at home as well, but I'm sure school shootings aren't all these parents are concerned about.

Friends have told me they want to keep their children safe from the daily expectation that a shooter will one day enter their school - that one day, the drill won't be a drill. They want to keep t…