honestly i’m one of the most awkward people in front of a camera. my word, idk why it has to feel so terrible at times, other than the fact that i feel like a fish out of water trying to make my body contort to what looks good on the screen on the other side of the lens. you probably can’t relate? I hope you can’t.Read More
it’s funny how the winter blues get so much attention, but the pinks + purples + oranges don’t. why is that?!Read More
I can remember being a child, and announcing to my world that someday I would be a foster and/or adoptive momma. I don’t know how I had become so aware of those worlds of foster care and adoption at such a young age…Read More
Today we’re sharing an memoir I (Meg) wrote a couple of years ago, recalling the October day in 2002 that changed my life forever.
that’s the frightening thing about sisterhood, right? what if I reach out my hand, vulnerably, + no one shows up to embrace it?Read More
You weren’t created to be caged up by lies or to be cornered in isolation; you were carefully crafted for freedom + for hope.Read More
here’s to unfinished spaces coming along. here’s to unfinished hearts coming along too.Read More
it’s so many little things, that add up to the monumental things.Read More
Nearly a decade together with Nathaniel J means a whole lot of growing together. A whole lot. When Nate and I met, I was just a teenager and, boy, were we immature (and still are! 😜). I was a baby in my faith, in my leadership, in my boundaries (or lack thereof), and in my emotional/mental health/self-care.
When I look back at who I was, I imagine a seed trying to sprout through the dirt.Read More
Born and raised on a small farm in the thumb (MI) to a first generation farmer/entrepreneur and medical care worker, with 3 brothers and a sister of my own, I developed a deep value of family and tribe, inherited a love for the great outdoors, earned an appreciation for the underdog/little guy, and experienced the sobering reality of the daily struggle known as this life journey.Read More
I wake up, eyes puffy from last night's silly, petty tears. See, yesterday, Sunday, that was a tough one, and a weird one. Yesterday, I was bursting at my soul's seams. Yesterday, was an army crawl through tall weeds.Read More
Some days come, and the sun rises, but you really don't want to. The warmth of the sunshine spills out over your bedroom through your old farmhouse windows, but your very soul is shivering and your heart is ice cold.Read More
An open letter to all my mommin' sisters and dearest friends. I love you, I'm encouraged by you, I can't wait to be like you.Read More