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Place and Stability

WALKING EPIPHANY in San Francisco

  Tamara Hill Murphy is a blogger and friend of mine from our days together at Christ Church in Austin. She is also a wonderful blogger who writes about the "Sacramental Life" and living intentionally through the Christian seasons. She has such a creative mind and comes to these things in beautifully unique ...

On Friendship and God’s Bounty

It’s been five years since we moved three thousand miles from the western suburbs of Philadelphia to San Francisco. My husband’s company needed him to help launch a new product: We’d be transferred to California for two years, and then we’d be back. Just a little adventure, they said. Five years later, our ...

Remember that time I moved? (A Thankful Tuesday Post)

[caption id="attachment_6968" align="aligncenter" width="570"] print by Lily and Val via Pinterest[/caption] How many times have I written on this blog about moving? Too. Many. Times. Here's one. Here's another. Here's another. Four times in five years. And I did it one more (last! please let it be the last!) time, y'all. I ...

Not the same…

[caption id="attachment_4936" align="aligncenter" width="430"] August and a friend climbing a hill in the middle of the city[/caption] When August was four months old, the Phillies won the World Series. The Phils had won once before, in October of 1980, when my husband was four months old. Chris spent his childhood in love ...

Thankful Tuesday: Adjustment and the Hope of Normal

[caption id="attachment_4915" align="aligncenter" width="516"] Yes, these are the empty (Empty!) boxes in our hallway...[/caption] Today is election day in the US and I know a good blogger would have something really meaningful to say about that. But today, I’m going to have to send you elsewhere for your meaningful ...

One Last Moving Day Post

We’re moving today. Are you so sick of me saying that? Me too. So, in honor of my mind and tasks being elsewhere, I’m giving you a hodgepodge of things I’m thinking about today:   The best things about eight weeks in two separate temporary homes: August finally getting to experience his dream come true: Stairs ...

My big, scary moving fears (or, when God gives the good gifts)

I cried when we found out we were moving to San Francisco. I cried because we’d never be able to get August into a preschool in this crammed city packed with kids on waiting lists since their days in-utero. I cried because I had finally been able to afford a babysitter a few days a week in Austin, and I’d finally been ...