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 my daughter, so it was definitely a good day.
I’ve been married for eighteen 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 served as a pastor for fourteen years, and is now a self-employed computer tech and volunteer fireman. Each of his career choices has roped his wife into numerous stretching, fulfilling, and uncomfortable situations she would not have had the courage to sign up for on her own.
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 fourteen, who loves friendships, spontaneity, and a great joke
Kelly, age eleven, who loves the outdoors, all forms of arts & crafts, and growing up
And Jenny, age six, who loves me.
We are also foster parents, and for the past eight years we’ve been licensed and privileged to love a series of children we did not give birth to, subject to changing needs and numbers at any time. We are currently hosting a six-year-old son. 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.