5 Ways to Get Through Hard Days

While Filipe and I are on sabbatical I’m revisiting the archives (and adding a little present day commentary along the way). This week we are spending some time enjoying our own city together- ya know the things you don’t do when life is going, going, going. I wrote this post in 2015, five months after we brought our two boys home from Brazil. I’m so glad I didn’t know then how hard this road would be. I don’t think my heart could have handled it. As much as we want to know what’s ahead for…

Going Public Revisited: Why We Chose the Public School Path

As Filipe and I take some time off for sabbatical, I’m re-visiting the archives (and including some present day commentary along the way…and maybe fixing a few grammatical errors too. Grin.) This week we at staying at a Christian camp center where meals and activities are provided and scheduled (Mom gets a break from acting camp counselor at home) and we hear some teaching from local pastors. I originally wrote this post in 2011. When I wrote it, we were registering our firstborn for kindergarten. Six years later we now have five kids going back to…

Home of the Brave?

Tomorrow is America’s birthday. For some it’s a day to wear red, white, and blue, a day to gather on the picnic blankets and watch the fireworks. It’s a day to celebrate freedom. For others it’s none of those things. Their country has disappointed them. They feel let down. It’s hard to celebrate freedom when you don’t feel free to live. As a kid I remember watching the fireworks. I gazed at the sky as my eight year old eyes filled with hope and wonder. I believed I really did live in the greatest country in…

How Running Changed My Life

I started running just over three years ago. In a matter of weeks I went from a running-hater to a running-lover. (I shared how my journey began here.) Aside from a few injuries that sidelined me, I’ve been running ever since. I still have so far to go, but what matters most to me is that I keep pounding the pavement mile after mile. Because no matter how far or fast I ran last week, running forces me to face myself today. Last week may have been a PR (personal record) or a complete disaster, but today…