Author Archives: wordvessel

It seems appropriate that I would finish reading another Jane KirkPatrick title on my birthday. Kirkpatrick is skilled in historical fiction, primarily in the history of the settling of the Pacific Northwest and the convergence of the white settlers with … Continue reading →

If there’s a tired mama in your circle of acquaintances, be gentle with her. It’s very possible she considers two consecutive hours of sleep a decent night’s rest. She may get her words mixed up or lose her train of … Continue reading →

Dear Sons, In the midst of keeping you alive each day, it’s easy for me to forget that one day you will be men. Right now my days are filled with teaching you your letters and numbers, emphasizing basic hygiene … Continue reading →

I was looking through home videos with our youngest daughter and was struck with how much of our way of life has changed in such a brief amount of time. Shortly after that the children and I were reading Curious … Continue reading →

With six children ages six and under, my husband and I have put certain boundaries in place. Some are for safety: don’t cross the street without permission; don’t go outside without an adult supervising; don’t play with knives or run … Continue reading →

There is something so special about a baby; the face of just about every adult who encounters a baby softens a little. Babies can get us to do the silliest things: our voices go higher. We repeat the same sound … Continue reading →

Hi Everyone! I want to thank all of you for subscribing to my blog and faithfully following along. I have made some changes to my blog which include 3 new pages: my Thirty-One shop page, my Thriftshop page, and one … Continue reading →

I recently learned of a woman without a home. A close friend of mine met her and listened to her story. It’s a heart-wrenching one; almost more so because all of the avenues for assistance are closed to her. Why? … Continue reading →

Have you seen 1917? I do advise caution before watching it since there is strong language and graphic images. However, it does offer a reminder that history has happened; what we have was purchased at a steep price- a price … Continue reading →

“Mama, here’s your pink girl!” she announces as she runs towards me and hugs me, all cozy in pink pajamas, pink tutu and pink socks. I have to pinch myself to remember that she is turning 4 and not 14 … Continue reading →