Mulch and I have this thing where we do things differently. Weird, right? Our diverse methods shine no brighter than when we are in the kitchen. To make a meal, I will loosely follow a recipe. And I say loosely, because I am the queen of substitution. No eggs? No problem. Just use some flax … Continue reading I guess it’s okay if I’m a little scrappy
We are all terminally ill. That’s the great irony of life, isn’t it? That upon birth we already have a death sentence. Our bodies, no matter how much green juice we drink, pills we swallow, miles we run, will all one day turn off like a flickering lamp that has finally burned out. I value … Continue reading death, our companion.
Somewhere along the way, I lost a part of who I am. It’s easy to scoff at youthful naivety: just you wait till they are older, then they’ll see. Well, maybe it’s not that we start seeing with age, but our vision gets cloudier as we buy into the cheap excuses offered up for our … Continue reading the things we lose along the way
I’m trying to write again. Being a mom has taught me so much, and I think I’m just beginning to learn how to find “me” again–the Bethany that existed before this precious boy joined us. (life is spent here a lot nowadays) I squeezed into a pair of my pre-pregnancy jeans this morning. My stomach … Continue reading the new me
Three years ago, M and I were about to embark on a trip that took us to half a dozen countries and provided one of the most formative experiences of our lives together. I was actually exploring N. Israel today in 2014, and Mulch was preparing for his long journey to join me in Palestine … Continue reading onward we go
It’s been almost four weeks since we welcomed our little babe into the world. Four weeks of cuddles, crying, napping, trying to keep our eyes open, poops, and smiles. I know that this season won’t last very long, so I am trying to soak in every little noise he makes, thank Jesus for even the … Continue reading 3.30.17
If I could sum up for you what the past 10 months have been into one word, whatever that word was would make you feel exhausted. Much of it can be attributed to changes and shifts in my life at work, coupled with the fact that one lazy Saturday in July I looked down at the … Continue reading two lines