{Is divorce everywhere for you? Sometimes it feels like it is for me. Why is that? I feel like so often, we are presented with images of either the picture perfect magazine cover marriages or those that end in failure. It’s never as simple as that though. Just look at us.} // Lane calls me ... Read More
When Authenticity Feels Awkward
She was holding my baby, tears streaming down her face, and I hardly knew her. Our daughters had been playing together wild and free, strangers prior, discovering each other in the midst of dress-up fairy wings at our local children’s museum. She and I laugh at the ease with which friendships are ... Read More
How I changed from a tightly-wound, discontent mom to a soul encourager
The middle one of my three turned four-years-old on Monday. Ellie and I have been counting down for weeks; we built a paper chain, had the birthday list written out, invited friends over to help celebrate, did all of the things to anticipate a birthday such as this with all of the right ... Read More
In which I tell my hard truth about anxiety so you can tell yours
I sit in the medical office, just a routine visit, I’m fine- really, and she begins to check off my medical history: Heart surgery: No; Smoke: No; Drink: Well, I do need a glass of wine every now and then because of the wild and crazy babies, does that count?; and on and on we go. “Any health ... Read More
Sometimes Mothering Is Hard
I was already awake, but barely, when Brennan walked into my room at 1:00 in the morning last night. See, I had had a bad dream and was just beginning to talk myself down- it was after all just a dream, a silly dream, of course I didn’t lose my wedding rings. As dreams tend to go I don’t know why ... Read More
in which I paint an honest picture of what it’s like to be a military wife
We’re driving in the car, running errands, spending our Saturday trying to distract our minds and fill the time when I hear her say from the back of the van, with a little bit of a sigh in her voice: “Mama?” “Yes, baby?” “I forget what he looks like.” “Who?” “Daddy. I can’t remember the ... Read More