• Motherhood

    Three Generations, One Roof

    I was three months pregnant when I moved back in with my mother. Even though I was twenty-four and married, I felt like a knocked-up teenager running home to mommy. Our living situation was so clearly “not normal” to American culture that it bordered on embarrassing.Β Eyebrows raise when a twenty-something moves back home after college. Multiply that times a hundred…

  • Faith,  Motherhood

    Resurrection for Mamas

    Today is Easter Sunday.Β Today, Jesus rips out of the grave in a wham-bam display of divine power and love.Β It’s a day for big God gestures, the way men pull out all the stops to propose to their future wives. And the church, like a surprised bride, jumps up and down, says, Yes. But today, I’m staying home. Somewhere between planning…

  • Motherhood,  Personal Updates

    Birth, Faith, and Feeling It All

    On February 3, we welcomed James Robert Steere into our family. He was himself from the very first moment: wide-eyed, curious, expressive. Six weeks later, we’re still getting to know him and finding joy in his little personality. We’re exhausted, of course, and I’ve been too hands-full to blog, but life is also incredibly sweet with James now in it.…

  • Motherhood,  Personal Updates

    One Word 2015: Rise

    If you followed my previous blog, you may remember my One Word post from last year. After a difficult season, I chose RECLAIM as my vision word for 2014, and it turned out to be more than fitting. Since writing that post, I’ve reclaimed my health, creativity, and identity. I left behind oppressive systems and theologies, and I walked into a new…

  • Faith,  Motherhood

    The Joy of the Unplanned

    In a gas station bathroom in Kosovo, I finally said what I’d suspected for weeks: I think I’m pregnant.Β It was the strangest confessional, with my friend in one stall and me holding back nausea in the other. She gasped at the words and came out beaming at me. Weeks before, she and I had been talking about birth control. She…

  • Faith,  Motherhood

    Pregnancy, Mystery, and God

    From the start of the pregnancy, my husband and I assumed we would find out the gender of our baby. My midwife doesn’t offer ultrasounds, so we started saving up to have one at a local clinic, and I anxiously awaited the weeks when Baby would make him or herself visible. This time just happened to fall during a month-long…