Biscuits and Gravy on a Deathbed

On a sweltering morning last August, my sister and I shared our last meal together this side of glory. The cuisine was homemade biscuits and sawmill gravy prepared by her husband and we ate it through smiles and tears over her deathbed. Truth be told, I’m the only one...
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Leaning In

Is there anything worse than a soft-spoken cliché when you’re in the thick of life’s chaos?  When you’re limping from the disaster or when you’re lying on the mat, gut-punched and bleeding, wondering if the blow was fatal as you struggle for ragged breath, can...
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A Small, Great Life

Slumping into bed after a long day, I’m often left wondering what on the Lord’s green earth I actually accomplished. I know I was so busy that I forgot to eat until dinner, and the tightness in my neck reminds me of the days’ anxieties from putting out a dozen small...
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Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I’ve probably viewed “Wizard of Oz” one thousand times in my thirty-six years of living on this planet. I can quote entire sections of the movie – and every single song – verbatim, and take every opportunity to do so, much to the chagrin of my husband and children,...
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From a Reader, a Dreamer, a Writer

 

Welcome to our very own blank page. It’s my blog, but I hope with all my heart that it can become our community. I’ve written for years, but I’ve never had a space dedicated to the sole purpose of sharing my heart with my reader and having my reader share his/her heart with me. For those of you who don’t know me, please take a look at the “About” section. After that, click on over to the “Blog” tab, where you’ll find articles on food, life, love, faith, and a myriad of other topics that make our world go round. I’m excited to write words with you and for you in this space and to fill up those pages, one by one.

 

About

Hi there! My name is Amber and I’m the wife to an adventurous, brave, and handsome Navy chaplain and the mother of four of the most beautiful souls on earth. We’ve traipsed all over the world together and have settled – at least for the next few years – in the City that Never Sleeps, New York. It all sounds very romantic, doesn’t it? Well, some of it has been but most of it has been very normal and workaday and I’ve loved all of it because I know that I’m right where I belong in this wide world.

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Biscuits and Gravy on a Deathbed

On a sweltering morning last August, my sister and I shared our last meal together this side of glory. The cuisine was homemade biscuits and sawmill gravy prepared by her husband and we ate it through smiles and tears over her deathbed. Truth be told, I’m the only one...

Leaning In

Is there anything worse than a soft-spoken cliché when you’re in the thick of life’s chaos?  When you’re limping from the disaster or when you’re lying on the mat, gut-punched and bleeding, wondering if the blow was fatal as you struggle for ragged breath, can...

A Small, Great Life

Slumping into bed after a long day, I’m often left wondering what on the Lord’s green earth I actually accomplished. I know I was so busy that I forgot to eat until dinner, and the tightness in my neck reminds me of the days’ anxieties from putting out a dozen small...

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I’ve probably viewed “Wizard of Oz” one thousand times in my thirty-six years of living on this planet. I can quote entire sections of the movie – and every single song – verbatim, and take every opportunity to do so, much to the chagrin of my husband and children,...

Spiritual Gangster with a Broken Heart

The first time I saw this shirt, I was with my cousin, window shopping in NYC. It caught both our eyes, but she’s the one who said it first. “You need that shirt! That is you!” Spiritual Gangster. I agreed. That shirt was me all over. At the time, I was traveling back...

The Thing About Grief

Grief: noun 1. A keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. As I sat across the table from a large group of people who were all there for the grim purpose of working through grief, I wasn’t as much surprised by the fact...