faith, family, wellness
I'm not an artist. Just a mom of three. The only art I see, honestly, are the crayon drawings on my refrigerator door and sculptures made of Play-Doh. I couldn't tell a watercolor from a pastel, a Carravagio from a Rembrandt, art deco from pop art. But ... I am noticing lately, an art that pervades my life, … Continue reading The Art of Playing
This is likely very insignificant in the scheme of world events, but I just spent an hour brushing out this mysterious "gooey" substance from my 4-year-old's hair and gathering all of her not quite long enough strands into two neat pigtails. It took one hour, seven broken tiny rubber bands, and poor girl, a few yelps as I tried to get the … Continue reading Pig-Tales and Other World Events
invited by grace 