I’m a Walking Cliche of a Mom
I drive around in a gray Honda because it lets me pack a handful of screaming kids in under five…
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I drive around in a gray Honda because it lets me pack a handful of screaming kids in under five…
Continue ReadingIt was 2:30 p.m., and I had just put the baby down for his afternoon snooze. My 4-year-old was thoroughly…
Continue ReadingWhen I host playgroups once a month, my house is spotless. A little dusty maybe, but I've vacuumed. My playroom…
Continue ReadingThe usual elevator awkwardness was particularly irksome that day. I adjusted my purse and glanced at my phone as if…
Continue ReadingMy duty as her momma is to pray she won't let others drag her down. That she won't listen to…
Continue ReadingI will always look back on my childhood as a magical time. I remember feeling happy, safe, taken care of,…
Continue ReadingIn elementary school, recess is the only part of the day when kids get unstructured playtime. It's a short 20…
Continue ReadingIn this season, I want to be a noticer. I don’t want to be noticed. I want to do the…
Continue ReadingJust thinking about it exhausts me: I’m talking about information overload—too many opinions, too many experts, too many research articles,…
Continue ReadingI felt his body stiffen and his jaw set as he snuggled in closer beside me. His 9-year-old self was…
Continue ReadingAfrican praise melodies were the thing that officially birthed adoption in my soul. Enchanted by the joyful rhythms crooned by…
Continue ReadingIt was one of those days. You know, the days when exhaustion sets in hours before the kids' bedtimes, and…
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