Writing Tag

Dayenu by Sarah Steele A little word I knew it not But once I heard I ne’er forgot It seared my soul With iron hot Dayenu means enough I chose to write it On my skin Remind my heart Where it has been Lest I fall prey To lies again It means more than enough It’s rested there For nigh a year Pulsating...

Corban and Jaeda have been feeling the work that comes with making money. They are starting to value their efforts, and, after several failed Dollar Tree purchases (failed meaning broke while we were yet in the parking lot), they've also come to appreciate the value...

On Grief in Times of Joy by Sarah Steele Joy It's found in the first cry Of your first child It's in your first home And the papers you filed In your true love Of five, ten, and more years And in deep life friends Who have laughed, cried, and cheered It's in your best job And...

It has been noticeably quiet around this blog since September (except for one cut-and-paste post in October). And you know what happened in September? I started seriously working on our book. Well, like that October post said, we finished it! And my small amount of computer...

Family and friends, We’re writing with the most exciting of news—OUR NEW BOOK has been published! Many of you are aware that James and I having been working on combining some of his artwork with my poetry. While we were in college, James created an alphabet out of...

a hammock full first push then pull three little kiddies scream and wiggle moms try to speak like stubborn bulls but kiddies only squeal and giggle these flowers white both pure and bright have finally vanished from our backyard but not without a final sight as summer's first announcing placard drawn guys delight (three necks a fright!) found 'round the house in piles...

I once had a problem with nails. My biting and rips led to wails. The nail was torn through Skin and puss debuted I won't share more gruesome details. Then one day my dear friend announced Their adoption came with great amount. So she picked some nail wraps We all started to clap. Unbeknownst, my...

It looked a lot like this: It included preparing for an essential oils talk at our MOMs group. And reading our Proverbs book for our discussion time. And packing everything up to leave by 8:30 to take Daddy some Happy Friday coffee and arrive early to help in the childcare at...

Once upon a time, a man and a woman had a baby boy, making them parents for the first time. The everyday demands of their lives did not change, and he quickly came alone with them on errands such as grocery shopping. As the boy...

The cemetery is beautiful every time of year. The giant car cart with squeaky wheel you're always sure to hear. In traditional Christmas fashion, Baby Jesus vrooms up arm of chair. And baby leaning over couch means sleep is very near. No matter what the season, couch jumping just...