Thank You for Supporting Women for Women 2019!

This year’s Women for Women event was (in our opinion) the best yet! The weather was absolutely perfect—thanks be to God! Thanks to the generosity of those who have taken part in the Women for Women 2019 campaign, Lydia’s House has raised $52,000 towards our goal of $50,000 to support the installation of solar panels on our office and apartment buildings. The evening featured chillingly beautiful performances from Muse Women’s Choir. Zenzi Mda from Cincinnati Shakespeare Company portrayed the story of our beloved former guest, Lakeitia . Maria Krzeski hosted the event at her fabulous home and even preached a

Back to School Blessing

This past week, we celebrated our annual Back to School party! It was a community-wide bash like never before. We broke our record for attendees and even unveiled some big new ideas for our community! The yard was full of cheerful kids screaming and running, sticky faces from snow cones, bouncy house jumpers, and taco eaters galore. Our beloved volunteer, Anne, even made homemade ice cream that some literally dreamed about that night. The backyard also featured generous donations of backpacks, clothes, and school supplies from many kind volunteers! The kids loved the new backpacks. Our staff member, Meridith, led

Summer Family Camp

We were very excited to have the opportunity to return to Procter for Family Camp this summer! We traveled up to London, OH together and geared ourselves up for a few days of fun and time spent together. It was a very busy camp this year and it was great to see familiar faces of folks we have come to know over the years of coming to camp. On the first night of camp, we were greeted with a shaving cream whiffle ball game where all families gathered to take a whack at softly pitched whiffle balls filled with shaving

A Meditation on Mopping Stairs

Laura Menze, Lydia’s House Occupational Therapist On the afternoon of the opening of the Virginia Coffey Place, I walked through the units and turned on lights before making the final descent with the mop bucket, kicking off my boots wary of getting them wet. Mopping those steep stairs for all the attendees was a christening of that space, but not in the champagne over the bow of a ship or the baptism sort of christening, both unique and singular events, rather it was a christening of a life lived in that space, a life that will include sweeping and mopping