Posts by Amy

Gather round loud ones, I need all of you who lay awake at 2:00am filled with worry about some random thing you have said or done to listen up. Coming out of quarantine living has made me as awkward as ever, that is just a fact. You could ask any one of the strangers I…

If tonight you are feeling discouraged. And like the demands of the world are just too much. If you’re feeling like you don’t measure up. And everyone else seems to be killing it at all the things, their houses are cleaner, their children have it all together and certainly don’t fight over the remote and…

My heart wasn’t ready for how this feels. We went back to some in-person teacher work this week and here is my room ready with the desks spread apart, set for my dear teachers to join me. I started the first day ready to look on the bright side. I was ready to bring the…

Our kids both break us and keep us going. They drain every drop of our energy and they give us life. They bring us to tears and make us laugh so hard we might even tinkle a little. We want to hide from them and also make them sit on our laps and never and…

What is the value of a life? Of the person you love or the person you hate. Of the unborn baby or the person who just turned 101. Of the one who you agree with about all the things or the one, you cannot understand one bit how their brain works? Of the Republican or…

I see you today. I see how you are just tired of all of it. Tired of the pandemic and politics. Tired of the day in and day out trying to adjust and adapt and rise to the occasion. Maybe you are even tired of your people and your places. And furthermore not only can…

I don’t want to be the Christian who sings. I can’t stop thinking about a story I read about Christians during the holocaust. These followers of Christ knew what was going on in their community. They knew people from their very town were losing their businesses and their homes and their rights and all this…

I used to make breakfasts for kids in footie pajamas swinging their legs at my kitchen counter. I’d cut up grapes on little plates and fill sippy cups with juice while fielding complaints because every single kid wanted the blue one. Now I make 4 frozen pizzas at once trying to keep up with how…