“There’s no vocabulary
For love within a family, love that’s lived in
But not looked at, love within the light of which
All else is seen, the love within which
All other love finds speech.
This love is silent.”

Silent Love, T. S. Eliot

“But unless we are creators, we are not fully alive. What do I mean by creators? Not only artists, whose acts of creation are the obvious ones of working with paint or clay or words. Creativity is a way of living life, no matter our vocation or how we earn our living.”

from Walking on Water, Madeleine L’Engle

I started this blog almost ten years ago when I was a married, stay-at-home mom trying to find my voice in the midst of the identity of wife and mother. In that time, much has changed. My marriage ended, and I find myself a single, full-time working mother of four, still trying to find my voice, still loving out of silence, still living a creative live, in an entirely new and unexpected set of circumstances.

In this space, you will find my writing on healing from divorce, my Catholic faith, motherhood and parenting, and art as a spiritual discipline. This is me trying to make sense of this life, and finding beauty and joy even in the messiest bits. It’s messy, hard, and good, good work. It’s joy and sorrow held in the same hand. It’s grace, freely given and hard-fought to receive. Welcome.