Confession: I don’t have much to post on this page, because most of what I say about myself is probably propaganda and you should think before you swallow. I am not wise enough to see myself accurately.
My name is Shari Zook. This is how I look on my good days.
I love Jesus. A lot. He’s the reason I’m smiling on this picture; also I was enjoying sunshine and time with a bestie, so it was definitely a good day.
I’ve been married for seventeen years to a handsome and compelling man named Ryan. Here on my blog he goes by The Boss (or Not the Boss, depending on the month). He is a pastor, computer tech, and fire fighter, choices which rope his wife into a great many stretching, fulfilling, and uncomfortable situations.
We live just outside of a nondescript town in northwestern Pennsylvania, in a large half-renovated farmhouse on a few acres of woods and lawn.
We have given birth to four beloved, infuriating children:
Aarick, age sixteen, who loves robotics, sarcasm, and a good challenge
Regan, age thirteen, who loves camping, spontaneity, and a great joke
Kelly, age ten, who loves the outdoors, all forms of arts & crafts, and growing up
And Jenny, age five, who loves me.
We are also foster parents, and for the past six years we’ve been licensed to love a series of children we did not give birth to, subject to changing needs and numbers at any time. (At the moment we are taking a six month break from fostering to reintegrate our son, newly home from camp.) Out of respect to our foster children and their birth parents, I do not post identifiable pictures or details of them online. But they are beautiful too.
Enough introduction; the rest you will find out as you go. Read on.