I must have made quite the spectacle. Little ole’ 5ft3.5in me pushing the over-sized shopping cart with two impatient boys one handed, the other hand carrying 5 large boxes while 8 unruly boxes perched precariously on the cart did their best to scatter across the parking lot . . .
Dear momma friend, what would happen if we dared to lower our masks? If we stepped out in courage and dared to strip away the fake, the lies, the shame, the disguises. What would happen if we put away the fears and dared to be honest? To be transparent? To be real? The answer? Something […]
Hospitality. Perhaps it comes easy to you; or perhaps, like me, you find it intimidating. Mention the word and my heart rate rises, my insecurities come to light, and I begin to worry. What if I’m not a good hostess? I can’t drive a conversation! What if someone can still smell the milk my two-year-old […]
Postpartum hair loss . . . it’s that little facet of life after pregnancy that we don’t like to talk about. Perhaps you had a wonderful pregnancy, grew an amazing head of hair, and lost but a few strands in the following months as you danced through daisy fields with your new little one . . . or perhaps like me, you wondered how on earth there was any hair left after brushing your once glorious locks. Personally, I think it is inappropriately named–it ought to be referred to as postpartum balding . . .
the thing about pearls
Pearls of course find their birth in an invasion, generally a parasite or irritant. Something the oyster did not ask for, or likely want. I can so identify with that. Yet, the very beginning of what we call beautiful and valuable is something that should not be.
why the everyday matters
Have you been in that spot of vision-less existence? Where the day-in and day-out steal your passion and the demands of life blind you to purpose?
formulas belong in math, not parenting
I think we all long for control. And as moms, we all long for that special formula that will give us the results we so desire. The little years are exhausting (can I get an amen?), but there is something in them that eases my tired heart: control.