See you on the flipside


Hi friend-

If you’re reading this, yay for you! You clearly are one of my most faithful readers, as who knows when the last time I updated my blog was. Cheers to you for being supportive!

And, if you’re reading this after a long absence, well, I get it. I haven’t been like clockwork with this either unfortunately, so no worries.

Which leads me to the point of this post: I’m taking a short leave from the blog.

This year is a banner birthday year, and with that, I’d like to (finally) get some of my goals for my writing done. Which means I’ll have to pour all of the 10% of energy, time and brainpower that I have to myself into my big goals for my writing. Which includes writing pieces for well-known publications as well as writing a book. Yes, finally. (I’ve been saying this for years; time for the rubber to meet the road and this year is as good as any.)

Now, as to if that’s a children’s book or a memoir or something faith based? Not sure. Still waiting on some direction and guidance on what the exact project will be. But some sort of book will be written. And pitched. Of course I’d love a “yes, we’ll take this” but I am realistic in that there will be a lot of no thank yous before a good, solid “yes.” It’s just the way things work.

But I have a much better chance of a yes if I actually write and pitch a book, a truth I’ve been repeating to myself when my knees start shaking. Acceptance and book deals are not part of my goal; just the actual work of getting it DONE is the goal. And done is a very good place to start.

So, all that to say this: Blog posts for me this year are few(er) and far(er) between. But not at the sake of writing–that keeps my soul alive and well–but, unfortunately, at the sake of blog posts here (for a short time, not a forever.)

In the meantime, if you would like to read some of my things (many thank yous if you do!) while I’m taking some time to hopefully write more (meaningful) and (good) things, here’s where you can find some of my writing:

On raising a daughter imperfectly:

On how I did life while being a working mom: (WHEW. Fist bumps to ALL the working parents out there!)

Some thoughts about grief:

Some thoughts about the laundry:

When you’re mother of the year: (not)

If you’d like to follow me on social media (which I still do, for the most part) find me here:

Dream homes, how to clean, recipes, weird stuff that makes me laugh, mothering things and my favorite quotes: (Pinterest) @lrasley

Micro blogging and my latest parenting adventure/failure: (Facebook) @lrasleywrites

140 characters, every 6 months or so: (Twitter) @lrasley

A picture every now and again, while wondering if I am cool enough to post my things here: (Instagram) @lrasley

And one last note–probably the most important thing in this post–thank you for reading my things and cheering me on all these years. Appreciate it so.




Christmas and spinning the plates

It’s not up to me to spin the plates, conjure up all the wonder for this season. So often, I forget, among the gifts and the baking until midnight. A reminder to all of us that the wonder is with us and in the small things.

I love writing devotions.

Christmas, Easter, devotions for everyday–if it’s a short little devotion, I’m in. Not sure why I love them so much; but thinking it has to do with what I love the most: writing in little bites combined with overthinking.

The latter of which is a tendency of my personality that can border on a bad habit, left to my own devices too long. But, a deadline helps corral that. And a husband that reminds me softly when I get out of balance.

So, with all that needless backstory, here is one of my Advent devotionals.

One of three pieces I’ve written so far this season; a way to preach to myself too, that perhaps the wonder and the joy is not all up to us this time of year.

A good reminder I need, maybe you need too, if you’re anything like me and perhaps so often forget we’re not the one that hung the stars.


everyday natalie


Done. And then (another) hiccup.

So–the wall I posted about earlier this month?


The paper pile in the back? Whelp, that’s never done, right?


So, YAY! (To be clear–yay for the wall. The constant influx of paper and things to do (and forget to remember) can take a hike.)

Since I have now decided to add on a WHOLE HOUSE repaint in the midst of, oh, fall, life, school-aged kids with homework, and all the other zillion things like lessons and dishes–you know, small things–I now have a new conundrum: what color to paint the other wall.

The one with nothing but natural light and windows. As the “gray” seen here (that’s really a brown, if you must know) doesn’t work on the opposite wall–it looks like a cave, and not the cozy kind.

It’s always something, isn’t it? Try to change one thing and bam! Something else comes up. I should know better, but here I am, still learning the same lessons. Oh well.

In the meantime, trying hard to hold onto that quote on the wall and hoping my family remembers the wonderfulness of me…as perfection I don’t think is happening anytime soon.

And neither, it seems, is finding the right “gray” for that wall.




A reminder: contentment and fulfillment never mentioned anything about perfection.

Like so many other things in my life, this wall is still undone.


I’m sure I’m not the only one with things left undone.

But it’s not that piece that gets me; it’s the voice in my head that in order to do a project well and good and lovely, it needs to be done in a certain way and time frame.

“Do it perfect,” it whispers.

“Not right,” the voice reminds me in my thoughts before bed.

Most days I wonder why I listen to this voice – this little naggy, uptight voice – at all.

So a little something for all of us to remember when the voice of perfection gets too loud:


You can have it all, just not all at the same time. Or, in my wall scenario here, for me, not within in a day, maybe. Unless you bring in lots of help.

For you with little ones: Hold tight. The years go quickly, but the moments last forever.

And one day (this story I’m preaching to myself) you’ll have shiny clean floors, new carpet, and well, perhaps a freshly painted house.

But right now?

Time to rejoice in the life here. Fingerprints everywhere. Toys on floors. Chortles of laughter through the hallways with the terrible carpets.

And a real-life reminder that contentment and fulfillment never mentioned anything about perfection.


Mom of the Year

Feeling like Mother of the Year? Good, me either. There are things that I regret about summer and things I treasure, and things, of course I’d rather have done differently. But hold onto hope–thank God we are not defined by one day, but the summation of many days. And many days, I know we both make the decision to follow the moments that matter.


Mom of the Year

Let her kids eat a dinner of Cheetos and fruit, blessed it, and called it good.

Mom of the Year

Forgot to put sunscreen on the children on at least a handful of visits to the pool.

Mom of the Year

Almost drove home with an extra kid in her car (carpool works well when you remember to drop that last kid off at their own home.)

Mom of the Year

Lost her patience with her family this season more times than she can count.

Mom of the Year

Decided one night to paint her toenails instead of reading that last, final story and of course instead of doing the long piled-up dishes.

Mom of the Year

Was sure her children would be shoeless wherever they went, as the shoes went on slow as molasses EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Mom of the Year

Gave into every whim of hers, including losing her cool and letting all the kids have all her energy and forgot to save any for her husband. And proceeded to sigh more than once when all he wanted was just some time with her.


Mom of the Year 

Listened to that story that she’d her already a hundred times and nodded politely, made eye contact and in an instant, made her three-year-old feel valued.

Mom of the Year

Withheld judgement (and cuss words) about the state of how many diaper changes she did that day and just did them without complaint, without fanfare, and certainly without pay.

Mom of the Year

Waited patiently while someone learned to put on their shoes, pour their own cereal out, complete with milk spills.

Mom of the Year

Chose the extra story and snuggles one night.

Mom of the Year

Infused her car with music, laughter, and a bit of magic when she sensed the carpool friend was feeling a little down.

Mom of the Year

Cleared her schedule, reset her heart, and let the laundry go and listened to her husband’s day and with him, just spent time. 

Mom of the Year

Made a proper dinner, complete with vegetables, all the food groups, and carried on with a smile despite all the complaints about said vegetables.

Mom of the Year

Is wise enough to know that her mothering is the sum of all of her days, not just one, not just a season. And knows that she is doing alright, despite life not being always okay. She knows, deep within, that mothering neither lies in the accolades nor the failures, but showing up for her family day after day.

Bucket list – check.


How long I’ve waited for this: published. 

And no, I haven’t written a book yet (parts are still swimming, loose in my head; not in any logical order yet.)

But, since I have started writing (at 15, if we’re being precise) I have always wanted to be just exactly this.


And here I am, years (and years!) later.

Exactly that.


My good friends call my bluff on the notion of being published.

“But didn’t I read a devotional on some blog by you?” they ask, confused.

“Or what about that bio in Dallas Baby?” they wonder aloud, looking at me perplexed, as if I don’t remember parts of my own journey.

Yes, I’ve been published before, several places actually. Five different blogs and magazines have published my work.

Which yes, counts for something. Counts for a lot, actually.

But me, the competitive, bar-can-never-be-quite-high-enough me, well, one of my bucket list items is to be published by a publication that doesn’t know who I am. That has no stock in me. That is not invested in the outcome or cares about my feelings.

Because as much I love my friends and family dearly and trust them and what they say about my writing, I need to know (it’s an insane need, I realize) that my words can stretch and resonate with someone else “out there.” Someone else that could care less as to who I am. Someone who doesn’t know me, just knows they like the words I’ve written, that these words have hit the right note somewhere in their soul.

After years of being known for other talents (the ones that keep you in a steady job and productive, and get you glowing reviews from your supervisors) I want to know one thing. One thing about what I truly feel is my calling, what I am here for.

Do I have any talent?

The big challenge with my writing (for me, personally) has always been what do other people think? Perhaps I put too much stock in what others think. Or, perhaps I don’t, as I write only what resonates with me; I don’t give much headspace to the critics. But I’ve always wondered (and yes, I’ve always overthink things a bit too.)

Would my writing resonate? Get published?

Well. Yes.

Bucket list number one item checked off.

colt MAW

I’m still here


I’m still here, yes, despite what I imagine feels like a lot of silence.

Blog posting: Clearly a discipline I have to still work on. Sigh. Along, clearly, with the laundry.

In the meantime, though I haven’t been consistent on this medium (and apologies about that! If you want more of my writing, I suggest you follow me here and here, to ahem, hear from me more often) I have been writing.

Lately, I’m flexing all sorts of different writing muscles – speech writing (I’ve written four, and working on several more for fall,) children’s stories (many still in draft form, but with a goal of sending them off in winter, and one piece with Highlights, eagerly awaiting an answer) and still writing my heart: non-fiction writing, which happens to focus on parenthood/motherhood and a life among children.

And that last category, the non-fiction parenthood/motherhood stories–I’ve received an acceptance from one of my favorite websites on one of my pieces. Hooray!

So, just a note that I am still here. Just writing, mostly, but not so much talking about it. Just writing. And laundry.