And we have bees!
The closer we got to pick up day, the more I thought about bees as stinging insects rather than honey producers. The children were anxious, picturing life imprisoned in the house for fear of getting stung. We all were anxious … Continue reading




I homeschool my children on a small hobby farm in rural Nebraska and write about life more abundantly, from the joy of a baby's smile to the almost unbearable grief of losing a son while seeking beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, a garment of praise instead of the spirit of despair (Isaiah 61:3)
