Faded Red Couches.

5/7 ((from Abbie)) The breeze is singing outside, making the world inside of our snug apartment dance. The sun, after staying hidden for the past  seven straight days, is showing her face and it feels eerily synonymous to what is happening in my insides. Let me back up. We have trudged through a year of…

At the Table That Tony Built.

5/6 ((from Eve)) I am a creature of habit. I thrive when there’s a routine and a schedule in place. I like to plan ahead. And I really like to make lists. Especially when I can tick things off that have been accomplished. When I’m lacking all of that structure things tend to go downhill…

On the Floor of An Ordinary Messy Living Room.

5/4 ((from Brittany)) My house is a wreck, I am still in the clothes I worked out in this morning, and piles of laundry assault my couch. I’m not even going to talk about the kitchen which looks like a bomb went off in it. One child is napping, praise the Lord, but the other…

From the Adirondack Chair My Dad Restained.

5/3 ((from Megan)) I hesitate to whisper it, let alone type it for eyes to see, but… I think I’m sitting in a chapter of renewal? (As if I say it too loudly I will disrupt the peace.) You know how that goes, right? When you’ve lived an extent of valley-of-darkness dwelling, it’s easy to…

At the Desk My Brother Made.

5/2 ((from Natalie)) I’m sitting at the desk my brother made, a wooden slab on hairpin legs.  Over my left shoulder I can look out the picture window to the tall pines waving vigorously above my next-door neighbor’s house.  It’s a windy day.  I love windy days, because it’s the wind that I so crave…

In a Nest of Lemon Pillows.

5/1 ((from Kate)) This week your Hopers will be sharing with ya’ll a vulnerable glimpse of the truth of ‘where we sit.’ And while I’m tucked into the corner of the couch in my teensy sorority mom apartment under a mountain of Pottery Barn citrus prints – ‘where I sit’ figuratively is so much bigger….