I May Be Grown Up, But Sometimes I Glimpse The Girl I Was
In 1985, I am six years old and have a raging case of chickenpox. My dad decides to document my experience on video, interviewing me as I recover. In…
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In 1985, I am six years old and have a raging case of chickenpox. My dad decides to document my experience on video, interviewing me as I recover. In…
Continue ReadingI love perspective. I believe it to be one of the most powerful tools we have in life as we navigate its different seasons. The power to…
Continue ReadingThe day my grandmother died, I missed the phone call to tell her goodbye. I’ve often wondered how I would have handled the weight of that moment.…
Continue ReadingThe other night I stood staring at my face. My forehead suddenly jumped out at me (I suppose it can be hard to miss). But really, it was the lines…
Continue ReadingIn the span of less than a year I became a parent, left my job, and moved from a big city to a small town of about 3,500. I traded in my life of…
Continue ReadingMy husband and I have four children. We started off with 3 boys, each two years apart, and then took several years to regain a sliver of our sanity…
Continue ReadingI’m writing a letter to my future self, because I know the moment is coming, as it always does, when scrolling down my Instagram feed leads me…
Continue ReadingWhile in the thick of raising three humans who were conceived and born within a 42 month split-second, I considered my mothering flair wonky at best.…
Continue ReadingFifty. I can remember being in my teens and thinking that fifty years old was basically about 10 minutes away from being six feet under. Just the…
Continue Reading“Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!!” my 5-year-old exclaims from his perch in the back seat of our car. “Yes, bud. What?” I finally reply. We are in the…
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