By Terryn Drieling An Open Letter to the Chili’s Waitress Who Thanked Me for Breastfeeding in Public
Dear Chili’s waitress who thanked me for breastfeeding in public, “I saw you breastfeeding your baby and can I just…
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By Shannon Lenz Why 30 Will Be My Best Decade Yet!
This month, I am turning the big 3-0 and I have to admit that it freaks me out a little.…
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By Kristie McCollum My Fiance’ Doesn’t Like My Son
I never thought I would tell a story like this. I didn't see myself coming to this crossroad in my life,…
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By Leah Peterson Ode To The Ranch Dog
Under the twinkling lights of a Christmas Eve, you found your new home on the prairie. You had the softest…
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By Kyle Means A Message for the Benchwarmer
The madness of March is a beautiful thing. Each year around this time, I devote myself to watching as much…
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By Andrea Wenburg How to Discuss Disney’s Zootopia with a Dreamer
Do you want to know why your mother and I are happy? We gave up on our dreams and settled.…
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By Annie Boyd The Power of a Mother’s Kind Words
My Grandma Maxine was truly remarkable. She was an absolutely tremendous grandma, and it wasn't because of her cookies (which…
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By Juli Schafer Grocery Store Moms. Which One Are You?
I dread going to the grocery store. So, since this is such a loathsome task, I make sure to go…
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By Maralee Bradley I Don’t Care if He Finds Me Attractive
"As long as my husband finds me attractive, that's all I care about." This seems to be the mantra we…
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By Jenny The Simple Recipe For A Great Marriage
Marriage can be hard. Balancing careers, kids, extended family, finances, and running a household make life chaotic and sometimes really…
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By Jennifer Myers Stumbling Over God’s Feet
Most people know the Footprints in the Sand poem. It is a poem about a man’s dream of walking with…
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By Karen Johnson My Mother’s Presence
My mother was always present, literally and figuratively. She was like a floating head - every time my sister and…
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