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Hello, sunshine.

You're here! If you've just stopped by for the first time, you may want to know a bit about this place you've found and the girl behind it.

I'm Terri. Come out to my back porch, let's sit on my swing and dangle our feet.

I am a Texas girl who lives in the Pacific Northwest. I call both home. I love the God who rescued me, all things home, and a well-spun story. I start every day with my bible and coffee in a thrifted mug.

I created White Pitchers from my heart in the hopes it would fill us both up with good things like home and belonging, beauty, the living water of Jesus and wild hope of the Gospel. Things we could pour out on other thirsty souls. I look forward to sharing everyday things like books I'm reading that you might like too, stuff that's adding grit to my faith, stirrings in my mama heart, and seeing God's fingerprints all over the place. Every once in a while, I preach at my church and that brings out my delight in God's word and His ways.

I traveled my whole childhood and lived all over the world. But I am a homebody at heart. Perhaps all of that traveling made me so. Home is more than a place to me, it is people and refuge, leaving and coming back again.

Home and all its callings are part of my story. I have always loved home and design. When I was 10, I got my first subscription to Better Homes and Gardens magazine and painted a wall-to-wall mural in my bedroom. It was a large leafy tree with a girl on a swing. That may be why we are talking on my porch swing right now.

I drew my first set of house plans in high school and went on to get my degree in Architecture fromt he University of Texas at Austin. There I discovered the power of place, light and a sheltering porch. There I met and married Mike.

Mike and I now live among the firs in Oregon. We have four Whippersnappers, 2 boys and 2 girls, mostly grown-up now. With three weddings, our crew has grown to nine big people and the grandbabies I call the Wonders.

The Wonders are a boy I call the Blueberry, a baby girl I call Sweet Pea and another baby girl I call Dyl Pickle. We now make an imperfect dozen and my life as "Jojo" has arrived.

I'm so happy you're here.

(Photo by Monica Conlin)