Author: Ann Voskamp

Making Connections

“Gather and knot.” That’s all I ask them. It’s all anyone will ever ask of them, really. So they try. First, young eyes and minds gather. Stretching fingers of tree limbs catch sky, saturated in blues. Green’s but a fleeting…

Find Your Peace Rock

It is an entirely unremarkable moment, one I repeat every day at noon, all throughout the fall and winter. I am cutting squash, chopping, scooping, dicing. But today, as I scoop out the tangly pulp, seeds scattering and falling on…

Feathers Plucked for a Nest

Mother ducks pick feathers from their chests to line their nests Houses may be bought, built, or borrowed. But homes can only be made, and that with ourselves. Or so the ducks told me. They told me without a sound,…

The Parenting Pursuit

Socks hurl across the kitchen, a hail of chaos splintering morning routine and order. Thunked in the back of head, I spin from sink and into the face of a grinning twelve-year-old. I am set to return with volley of…

The Order Of Love

Love is patient. Is there a reason why patience is the first qualifier in the biblical “love chapter” describing the characteristics of love? I wonder. Only because I am a mother who is long on love and, too often, short…