Belonging


Mother's Day in Ottawa

Mother's Day in Ottawa

It's impossible to know the twists and turns that a life will take, the potential routes of family and individual migrations. It's what makes life both interesting, and sometimes heartbreaking.

The losses we reckon with

The losses we reckon with

Not going to my grandma's funeral was painful. It was a loss to not be with my family during the remembering and celebrating of Grandma's life. Feeling shame, second-guessing my every decision, running down all "what if?" trails of my life doesn't help matters.

The meaning of making

The meaning of making

The women I come from, my mom, aunties and grandmas; make beautiful, useful, warm and cozy things. They knit, crochet, sew, quilt, appliqué, and weave. I belong to a lineage of women makers, it is a heritage I am proud of and deeply grateful for. Women who make warmth out of scraps, beauty of balls of yarn, homes out of handmade.

Walking each other home

Walking each other home

It is a complicated place, this world. And everyone I know is trying to make a home, find and build community in whatever way they can on this blue-green earth.

Utah and The Great Basin ~ We were here

Utah and The Great Basin ~ We were here

I am a small thing, under a big sky. And the only truth that gives me heft, that ties me down in some small importance, is my belonging in an intimate and universal web of relationship.

A childhood of belonging

A childhood of belonging

Faith for me has always been wrapped up, like a ball of yarn, with family and church. Family, God, and church; I was raised in the rich soil of all three. But that doesn't mean I understood the full measure and message of the gospel of Christ. I probably still don't.

A time of new beginnings

A time of new beginnings

This is the Easter story. When your heart aches with the loss of what has ended, Easter is the hope of not just a new chapter, but a brand new book.