counting colors and those beyond infertility

Last fall my mom had a table at an annual craft show to sell her amazing artwork, and since her painting is on the cover of my book I decided to tag along with a few of my books for sale. I didn’t really expect to sell any, and this introvert isn’t good at marketing my own work, but all it cost me was time with my mom and helping her with her customers. A Read More

bare on ChronicallyLit

Fifteen years ago I took my first personal interest writing class. At that point in my life it was more therapy than craft, and I wrote my first essay about journeying through infertility in that class. That essay, entitled bare, is finally published. You can find it on ChronciallyLit. grace for each moment, one moment at a time

stuck in midair with Sarah

Welcome, Sarah, to myferriswheel. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with the world. Sarah Johnson is a wife and mother who homeschools her kids, enjoys arranging flowers, powerlifting, playing the trumpet, and occasionally works as a nurse practitioner in her spare time. You can find her on FB (Craig-Sarah Wilson Johnson) or reach her at presbynurse@gmail.com What specific hurdles into parenthood have you faced and what does your family look like today? When Read More

stuck in midair with Kimberly

Welcome, Kimberly, to myferriswheel. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with the world. Kimberly is just beginning to emerge from the baby-induced brain-fog of the past seven years, and hopes to someday take up where she left off at www.NewlywedNoLonger.com (truth and grace in marriage) and www.OurSecretThoughts.wordpress.com (the journey from infertility to parenthood). She is also a freelance writer and editor, is blessed with a husband who also is a great father, but Read More

ferris wheel: stuck in midair

Since the arrival of Counting Colors, I have encountered many women who have been impacted by infertility, loss, or adoption. And many of them have expressed the fact that they don’t feel understood, don’t feel they have a voice. Grief and hard places can be isolating, can make you feel stuck, like a Ferris wheel arcing up and around only to stop at a place you don’t want to be, dangling you in midair, perhaps Read More

thankful for this body

This is a re-post from a few years ago, but as the school year gets into gear and life spins us forward, I want to remember how thankful I truly am. Enjoy! Big J and I just got back from a homeschool conference, my mind and heart full of encouragement, ideas and hope for the year to come. The vendor hall buzzed with activity and we were able to look over a few things we Read More

when books don’t sell

Recently, I spent a few days at a writing conference in the Blue Ridge mountains. One of the options presented to published authors was to bring books to sell in the conference bookstore. Though my book is poetry, and poetry generally doesn’t sell well, I decided to take several copies of Counting Colors along. Never having had a book published before, it felt strange and at the same time kind of wonderful to mention I had a Read More

big book news

Late last summer, as my family was getting ready to head out the door, I checked my email on my phone before putting it away. As I thumbed through the junk mail, I noticed a message in my inbox for my address I use for all things writing related. Seeing it was from one of the publishers I had submitted my poetry manuscript to, I fully expected it to be my 7th form rejection. But Read More

when menopause declared war

Lately, I’ve read blog entries and articles about menopause, this transitional time to be embraced as a rite of passage, a right of womanhood. But menopause is not embracing me. It’s kicking me in the backside. There’s no idyllic shift from my childbearing years to a stage where I feel stronger, more independent, more womanly. In fact, I had no childbearing years. My body refused to do what it was made to do then. So Read More

little e’s arrival

Little E joined us two years after Little J’s arrival and she continues to bring us so much joy. Parked outside a Verizon Wireless store, tears sear my cheeks, slip off my chin, stain my shirt. From the passenger side I watch through blurred vision as Big J exits the store, opens his car door, slides across the gray leather seat, and inserts the key in the ignition. “I just fell madly in love,” I Read More