Stephanie Ebert

Hey there!

Hi, I’m Steph – just trying to balance writing and tiny house living with two toddlers. Wondering how Anne Bradstreet managed to be a poet with 8 kids and no washing machine.

I write about making more space for beauty & justice to meet. I wonder about simplicity, social justice, creativity, & motherhood. And sometimes you get a poem.

It is almost Lent, folks, and i will be logging out of my social media and *gasp* deleting gmail from my phone. Im hoping for some more quiet, and i hope you get some, too.

Maybe it’s just totally corny to celebrate Valentine's day. Maybe there are people for whom this day is a sad reminder they are alone. But other people's joy is always a reminder of our sadness. It's how it goes, right? Maybe the hardest part of being in community is rejoicing with those who rejoice and weeping with those who weep.

“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity.

Summer is peaking and starting the steep downhill. Trying to enjoy the super sweet mangoes before they ferment on the kitchen counter.

Happy New Year from two dressed up people at a lovely wedding of dear friends. How lovely to step into a New Year with a wedding! (And getting dressed up?? 😄)

Little Women --aways the best, most quotable book. I am a Meg this time of year, Im afraid.

I am extremely pleased with my christmas bunting. From tiny house to big house, we are going MAXIMALIST this christmas to fill up the space 🙂

About Me

Hi, Steph again. It’s my site after all. What else do you want to know? I’m an enneagram 7 (social subtype for you nerds). I love having text conversations with my husband exchanging articles when we should be working. I studied English Lit and Sociology, and married my American college boyfriend. We were the generation of Shane Claiborne, that “Radical” book by David Platt, and not wanting to sell-out to the corporate Christian megachurch machine.

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