The Rocking Chair.

God gives each of us … a life. Some get a life with a lot of kids, others with one, others with none. Some get marriage, some don’t. Some are given sickness and pain, others are given health and relative ease. Some, riches; some, poverty. Some are asked to live in the same house from […]

Moving on.

I’ve noticed recently that I don’t want to leave the house. I’ve been choosing warm blankets next to the heater over the crisp air and sunshine. t may be because it’s February, which is usually the time of year when I feign hibernation and sink myself into books or limited series on Netflix. But I’m […]

Summer Buddy.

One of our kids started school yesterday. Two more go back tomorrow. Summer break is over, hallelujah, thank you, and AMEN. America moms, how did you do it? I only have to handle a 4-week break, but it took every last bit of my energy and ability to make it to today. Perhaps it’s like […]

Surugadai Summer.

It’s our 7th August in this house, the rental that needs so many fix-ups we cannot name them, yet has become our tenderly loved spot in the world. August is summer break in Japan, splitting the school year in half: a whole month of river trips with onigiri picnics, cold soba noodles to delight our […]

Something grand.

Yesterday was the grand opening of our coffee roasting business here in Japan. I’m celebrating by spending the morning in my pajamas, locked up in our bedroom, sipping, reading, and tapping the keys: an introvert’s party. I remember sitting in a Shizuoka cafe a little over five years ago, journaling and daydreaming about the coffee […]

Reframing.

It’s raining. I’m upstairs in our bedroom, space heater at my feet, writing a few letters in between sips of coffee. My oldest is gaming with his friends downstairs, my second fell asleep in his bed for a rare afternoon nap, my third is drawing in the playroom, and my fourth is napping as well, […]

Knowing Less.

I read yesterday that Tim Keller was glad he didn’t write any books in his 30s, because he was pretty sure he would’ve wanted to burn them once he reached his 40s and 50s. I breathed a sigh of relief, as I thought of my silent fingers, so little to tap or say. Right now, […]