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Doing What We Do Best

Monday, October 16, 2017

Words & Photography
by Jennifer Shin













Doing what we do best.
Ended a weekend of feasting with another feast at Pub 199.

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With Two Hands

Friday, October 13, 2017

Words & Photography
by Chantea McIntyre



Sometimes I find myself a tiny bit jealous of moms with two free hands. I mean, I'm always holding a child. I often schedule my day around times I know I will need two hands. Washing my face, for example, is nice to do with two hands. Most other things I can do with one.
I often schedule my day around times I know I will need two hands. Washing my face, for example, is nice to do with two hands. Most other things I can do with one.
But then, most often, I'm instantly reminded how many years I prayed to have enough children to fill my two hands...well, at least both arms. And then I praise God and figure out a way to do that task with one hand. I am seriously getting pretty ambidextrous these days hehe.

I know one day my kids will be big and I'll be able to practice my piano with two hands, craft again with two hands, and wash my face with...two hands. But until then don't laugh at me when my left bicep is super swoll, and I can single handedly thread a needle with my right.

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Being A Homeowner

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Words & Photography
by Casia Fletcher



The best part (for me) about being a homeowner is that you can change things up whenever the heck you want. The last five years we rented, and I always felt like we couldn't make the place our own. Like we'd get in trouble or scolded by the landlord (which I'm sure wouldn't have happened because she was awesome, but it was always in the back of my mind). We just felt stuck and never really tackled anything.
The last five years we rented, and I always felt like we couldn't make the place our own. 
Now that this cute bungalow is ours, any improvement, even the slightest, makes me giddy. So silly but true. This wasn't a dramatic change, but by clearing out the clutter in a corner and rearranging a few things, it now feels so roomy. Hey, simple things make me happy. Now maybe one day she'll actually sleep in that bed and make me even more happy.

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On The Cusp

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Words by Sarah Copeland
Photography by Amy Hanen



I know, you're supposed to post a photo of your kid in front of the house on the first day of school, but I love this shot Amy Hanen captured of my girl one regular day in August, on the cusp of second grade, on the cusp of loosing both front teeth, on the cusp of summer's end but not quite.

My beautiful, brave, vulnerable, powerful girl. I wrapped myself around her in her bed two nights ago, and as she held my hand falling asleep I noticed how much bigger her hand felt in mine, compared to her brother's, compared to her own just a few months ago. My mind turned with the thought that one day she will be as long as her whole bed, maybe even as big as me, and won't let me carry her to bed or brush her teeth on nights she needs extra attention, won't hold my hand in bed while she dreams.
I stayed until I heard the familiar sound of her thumb sucking, the last holdover from baby days, then came downstairs and dug up all the photo books I printed so regularly when she was three and four, searching, searching.
I stayed until I heard the familiar sound of her thumb sucking, the last holdover from baby days, then came downstairs and dug up all the photo books I printed so regularly when she was three and four, searching, searching. Andras came in and asked what I was looking for. "I'm trying to figure out when she started feeling so grown up. Was it last year? Last month?"

These are the details we'll never be able to grasp, to pinpoint, as parents, always rushing forward to their next need and our joy in every new stage. But it's only second grade, and she has a big goofy grin with a mouthful of gaps under this serious expression to remind me that it's still make believe and fairy houses and ballet slippers ahead for quite some time.

So, I'll stop being so dramatic (as she would say), and hold on tight for the ride as I always have, feeling lucky beyond belief I get to be her mama. Lucky beyond belief that so many moments like this one belong to her and me.

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My Latest Journey

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Words & Photography
by Katie Sjogren



I've been asking myself this question: What do you want your life to look like? I keep coming back to words like full, rich with love, simple, rooted, wholehearted, honest, raw, cultivated. I've been working hard and it isn't easy to live well.

You have to choose joy, you have to choose love, and you have to do the really messy hard work even when you're depressed or hopeless or overwhelmed. My latest journey is learning how to cook. I've asking my friends to help me meal plan real whole food meals, and I'm taking my first ever cooking class tonight from a local chef.
You can make your life look different, you can cultivate, build foundations and live beautifully, but it takes raw, honest feelings to address what is holding you back.
You can make your life look different, you can cultivate, build foundations and live beautifully, but it takes raw, honest feelings to address what is holding you back. What was holding me back? Fear, less than feelings, and depression. But here is to choosing a rooted life where fear doesn't get to make decisions for me.
 

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