Missing the trees for the branches

Sometimes we miss the beauty of the whole for the mess of tangled branches.  

Childhood in a Canadian Winter

Childhood in a Canadian winter is slouching on the school bus beside your best friend, sweating in your ski pants and jacket from the blast of the heater on high, backpack still behind you, digging in under one armpit, shoving you forward on the vinyl seat, your Sorel boots absently kicking the metal of the seat in front as you design patterns on the frosted window.

On anxiety and accomplishments

Sometimes I start thinking I'm really nailing this whole life business.

The Ginther family Christmas letter 2018

Every year flies by and 2018 was no exception. 

Mama, show me

Photo by Lovely Roots Photography

It's about time to get back into the writing of the words. They've been marbles rolling around restlessly in my mind, but it's been a long time since I've SAID anything and plinking them out on this laptop feels weird and awkward.

I don't live there anymore

How's the weather where you are today?

Here in the Canadian prairies, spring is finally winning. The grass is coming back to life and the birds are singing victory.  We've dug out from under our parkas and shaken the dust off our sandals (in a sort of non-biblical found them in the basement way).

Right in the Messy Middle

You know what's hard?

Starting things is hard.