On the pier


"Don't you be tough on him now, ya hear? You know why he's working that hard, don't ya?

... It's for you."

- Mr. Willie, a local fisherman I met this evening, after I pointed to the shipyard across the Bay and said my husband works over there. #AlabamaCoast

On the pier


11

I'm really loving 11 on this kid. Probably because she's #4 of 4 and I know how much she'll change soon. The change will be beautiful, too, but I'm loving 11.

11 is all giggles and goofy grins and wiggles and Girls-Only-why-would-we-invite-boys-Play-dates. I won't be selfish enough to ask her to stay 11 forever, but I do wish it could be a slower year.

11


On Being True

I just about killed my other blog.  

Freely Homeschool caps font better

I hit a corner.  Not a roadblock, but a corner.  A three-sided corner...which isn't really a corner, I suppose, but bear with me - that's not the point. 

On one side, I was blocked with our eldest leaving the nest because that brought up all 10,000  abandonment/attachment/somesortofoddity issues that I have, and I was falling apart inside.  

On another side,  there was that gunk that came up a few times over the past year and to which I finally said, ENOUGH! in a very assertive, non-missionary-kid-like way. 

And on one side, there was that I can't please everyone, so I stopped trying to please anyone. Which didn't please everyone.  Not even me.

And so.  I left the blog alone for most of a year, visiting only to copy/paste an old post when the guilt was too much. 

This month, after a Summer of healing, and after the college kid left home and I actually survived (!), I woke up one day and decided that since it was going to die anyway, I had nothing to lose in making the other blog mine. 

I'm redesigning it how would like it to look, without a concern over what the experts say it should look like.  I'm writing it how want to write it, without concern if I'm offending the very conservative or the very secular, both of whom like to tell me that something I highlight isn't what they'd like to see, and then they threaten to unsubscribe.  

I used to go, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I want to do it just right for you." 

And now I'll go, "So," but not in a you-don't-matter way, but in an I-will-be-a-loyal-bestfriend-to-me way.

Want to know what's funny? Not ha-ha funny, but odd-funny...

By making the other blog mine, it's becoming fun to blog there again.  I'm excited about things again.  I'm mostly happy that I can help people walk through the trails I've cleared of tangled brush (also known as "you learning from my mistakes"). 

And even crazier, my ad revenue is up and my numbers are up and I'm all whaaaaat?! Isn't that cool? Through all of this, I remembered something: 

When we're authentic, we're unique...and when we're unique, we're magnetic. 

p.s. I'm closing comments on this blog for a time. It's not you - it's me.  I need to have no editors in my head for a while, so I can get back to finding myself again. Sometimes, we must have silence in order to hear our own voice.


On Lettering

My teen began lettering onto paper this Summer, and her interest sparked my own again. I used to sit bored in class, writing the alphabet and my name and future baby names (Brenden Schaad and Brittany Annelie - both partially used on future babies, and Savannah - not used at all).

Lettering is easy because any scrawl is art. I like to write the alphabet in caps and in lowercase in different fonts that I think up. If I like a font, I combine letters to make simple words like "no" and "home", to connect the font and see how it looks. Then I write full quotes or phrases.

Honestly, it is easy. It will look wonderful. And you'll feel more relaxed because of it. Try!

On Lettering


Hope

Hang in there. Flowers are still blooming, butterflies are still dancing, kittens are still cute, toddlers are still giggling.

The world's evil will not be able to stop beauty from shining through. It's difficult to hide light.

Seek the light. And let your light shine.

Hope