Ask Him Again
I know, I know, you’ve already asked Him a million times, I see those eyes rolling. But today, ask Him a million and one. Yes. Ask Him AGAIN. Ask…
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You Call Your Mom While I’m Left Wishing I Could
Eleven years . . . a little over a decade we have been without her. Eleven years of not seeing her smile, hearing her wisdom, or putting up with her…
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Dear Friend Waiting For a Baby
Dear waiting friend, Whether you are single and waiting for the right guy to marry and start a family with, or you and your husband are waiting for…
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I Pray You Remember the Best of Me
I pray you remember the best of me. I pray you remember me fixing your hair just how you wanted it on your first day of school and not that I was…
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Friends, Don’t Offer a Mom Help–Just Tell Her You’re Coming
This is what friendship looks like. I am currently walking through the hardest season of my life but as mamas, we feel like we’ve always got…
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Hey God, It’s Me
Hey, God. Sorry it’s been a minute. But something happened today, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I understood Your heart a…
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To the Quiet Supporters: We Couldn’t Do Parenthood Without You
Starting a family is a joint effort. Not just in the physical aspect, of course, but emotionally and mentally. It takes two to tango and it is a…
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It Could Be the Last Time—And I Want To Remember
“Love, you might want to get a picture of this. It could be the last time.” What is my six-foot-four husband feeling so sentimental about? I…
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Not Broken
Editor’s note: This piece contains references to the sexual abuse of a child. See the kid in the picture? That is me, just a child who didn’t…
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Your Husband Can’t Read Your Mind
I had to learn the hard way, early in marriage, that my husband was incapable of reading my mind. As a sensor feeler, I could easily detect when…
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My Mom Died But I Will Never Stop Talking About Her
We live in this society where people are afraid of grief. People are so uncomfortable with talking about their emotions, their grief or conversing…
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And Then, She’s 15
This is 15. 15 is early mornings at school and late-night studying. 15 is sleeping in any chance she gets and waking up at the last possible second.…
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