A Mother is a Wildflower
My eyebrows furrowed at the sound of the garbage disposal gobbling up the remains of our lunch. I wiped down…
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My eyebrows furrowed at the sound of the garbage disposal gobbling up the remains of our lunch. I wiped down…
Continue ReadingAfter losing my dad, I received a very generous gift from some of my friends. It was a kit for…
Continue ReadingThere are many days I simply feel empty. I am unable to mentally or emotionally process any new information. The…
Continue ReadingI didn’t grow up dreaming of motherhood. I wasn’t the kid who collected baby dolls. And though I fondly remember…
Continue ReadingI’ve spent most of my life being a doormat. I was terrified that someone wouldn’t like me, and I spent…
Continue ReadingDad, When you were here, we talked on the phone every morning. It was a daily rhythm and ritual until…
Continue ReadingMy rule of thumb is to write from the scar, not from the wound. I’ve written little about my husband’s…
Continue ReadingInsecurity has been a part of my life as far back as my earliest memories. Not the, feeling uncertain and…
Continue ReadingI love the body of Christ. I grew up in it. I have been loved by it. I am thankful…
Continue ReadingThe sun was shining into the room, making me forget about the bite from the cold wind I felt earlier…
Continue ReadingDear stay-at-home mom, I am sure you’ve heard them—the comments, unintentional as they may be, regarding your role as a…
Continue Reading“You’re pregnant,” the doctor said. I cried. And I cried. I was 17 years old, and three months in. Not…
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