• Beginner Computer Use: Lift-the-flap Computers and Coding

    6 Years ago I fell head over heals for a guy who loves computers, and it’s all been gibberish ever since!– That is, until it came time to try and explain, to my girls, what their daddy does for a living. My husband is a Software Developer, he is one of the lucky ones who gets paid to do something he loves. And when he comes home from work, where he’s looked at 1s and 0s all day… he looks at more 1s and 0s, because he also owns his own company where he develops software. You can imagine, this is a hard job for our kids to tell their…

  • Dress-Up While Encouraging Reading: Princesses

      I don’t know about you, but as a parent I’ve often struggled to get my kids engaged with reading. My 5 year old is a recovering “Youtube addict,” which is a title I do not use lightly. We still have “relapses” from time to time, and it’s been well over a year since we instated the new rules: Only music on Youtube, no unwrapping videos, no mind-numbing videos. (The rule of thumb is, “are you listening to this, or are you watching this?”) This was a hard transition to make, though, so I needed to have some way to engage her during her withdrawals. I needed to be ready…

  • Indoor plants and Questions and Answers about The World

    Today my girls let me know that our thumbs were turning brown, our outdoor trees and plants that we have watered ALL YEAR long were fading, and they were out of work now, and needed a new chore. Well, they didn’t say this is quite so many words ;). The skinny is that they were bored, I’m not gonna set them free with a watering hose when we’re heading into NOVEMBER… so we had to get creative. A friend reminded me that we had some flower pots in my garage, painted by my oldest a year ago. This was genius. Indoor plants, why haven’t I thought of this until now!?…

  • Messy middle and public school

    I’ve felt a lot of “middle” this week. For those who don’t know, or are just tuning in, I am the lucky momma to a neurodivergent little girl named G. What this means for me is that most of our parenting is actually just like your parenting… we don’t know what we’re doing, but we’re willing to figure it out! (If you haven’t realized already, parenting is basically ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway: where everything’s made up and the points don’t matter’.) We enrolled G in public school while we explore what’s going on with my health, and we have been fortunate to have good experiences with her school staff…

  • Raising Autism: celebrating out of the box Being.

    I have been a parent for 5 years to a beautiful girl named G. With each additional sibling, we would adjust and maneuver our way into a new normal. It would hurt like hell, but it was OURS and we fought for that beautifully complex normal. When my oldest was 2 I began to suspect she was “different.” I don’t use that word lightly; I have worked with children since I was a child myself… I had seen this before, but in my naivety I assumed it was a nurture problem, not a nature problem. My oldest daughter was an amazing baby— as long as we kept her routine. I…

  • Message to my girls on my bad days

    Today is one of those days where I just don’t have it in me. What is “it” you ask? Motherhood. I cannot mom right now. Well, better phrased, I cannot live up to what I thought moms were supposed to be, right now. One of you gave the other a black eye this week… one of you is a lot better at dishing it out than taking it. I have emergency Lays chips in the cabinet… we’re currently trying to eat cleaner to reduce our frequent health issues, but we’re always just a meltdown away from handing you a Lays and eating Papa Murphy’s for dinner. Laundry… oh, laundry. Where…

  • Storms

    I am an avid storm watcher and aficionado. Perhaps it’s a twisted hobby I gleaned while watching hurricane after hurricane beat against our Sulphur, Louisiana childhood home, or maybe it’s just one of my quirks… the point is, I feel connection with storms. I found myself thinking about this this morning as a loud thunderstorm passed over Tulsa. I remember the warm thunderstorms of my childhood, the smell of rain through an open window. I remember making mud pies in our front yard (ruining the already slim chance of grass growing up there.) I remember “swimming” in the flooded streets. I remember singing loudly as we played in rain from…

  • Trauma: when you feel like you’re falling

    Four years ago, during one of the hardest seasons of my life, I learned that I had PTSD. I think back to those days, that season, and remember vividly how cloaked my perception of life was. It’s truly the worst when you realize what is happening in your mind, and yet you feel helpless to make it stop. My PTSD stemmed from a childhood trauma, being on edge was my normal. But it was the birth of my first child that alerted me to the hyper-vigilance I lived with daily. Most women get an intense shakiness after delivering their babies, one of the reasons this happens is because of the…

  • While We Wait

    We have our first guest blogger today, and it’s none other than my amazing mom, Tomya Peters. She is inspires me; from public speaker, children’s and women’s curriculum writer, to long time Christian blogger. She is now a two-time published-author, and so much more! She raised and home schooled 5 children. With over 30 years in ministry, alongside my dad, she knows resilience, dedication, partnership, and long-suffering. I’m honored to be her daughter, and excited to share her words with you. Tab Moura, Lovely Resilience Project —– While We Wait We had spent five-and-a-half years on the mission field in Australia, and it was time to come home. We moved…

  • Reia

    I felt a stir inside when we learned you were coming, an anxiousness that I struggled to name. I was quick to notice the hormonal and emotional changes I was going through, but even my mind’s eye can see there was more going on. Darkness. Back then we lived in our Dark House, not only did this home have only 4 windows in the entire house, I could tell in my spirit, from the day we first walked through it, that this house was dark spiritually… but how do you tell your new husband, and new in laws, that this beautiful house they want you to buy is evil? It…