Dear Hard-Working Farmer, I See You
An open letter to my husband, my family, and farming friends: I see you. I see you checking your phone…
Continue ReadingThe Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!
An open letter to my husband, my family, and farming friends: I see you. I see you checking your phone…
Continue ReadingLadies, he isn’t Jesus. Your boyfriend, your fiancé, your husband . . . he isn't Jesus. Not even close. Yet,…
Continue ReadingFrom the moment I awoke to see you holding our tiny bundle in your arms, I have watched you. The…
Continue ReadingWe were babysitting our youngest grandson, Adler, for an afternoon while our daughter Becca made some sales calls. Three-year-old Adler…
Continue ReadingFairytales take work. The storybooks don’t tell us that part, do they? They lead us to believe fairytales just happen—that…
Continue ReadingMy husband worries when I start to drink a glass of wine. Not at all because I have a problem.…
Continue ReadingI was a blemished bride. White was not reserved for me. I was not pure. I did not wait. I…
Continue ReadingI tried. We say these words for two reasons. One: for our own justification that we made an effort to…
Continue ReadingIt’s beginning again, just like I remember. Tears come uninvited, streaming down my face. My voice rises; my patience with…
Continue ReadingIn the winter of 1985, while I was halfway done growing in my mom's belly, my parents moved into a…
Continue ReadingI had great sex the other day. The kids were at school and I sent my husband a text to…
Continue ReadingIn sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Til death do us part. There's so much love in…
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