So there’s a line that some people like to quote on occasion, in varying degrees of flippancy: “Well, you know, God knows my heart.” Oddly enough, I’ve heard this line quoted most when someone has messed something up, or is doing something with only half the effort, or in a general sense, up to no good. My usual reaction to…
When we went cold-turkey in paci-town for both boys (all prayer offerings were so needed), in the midst of their tiny tears I realized it was their first real experience with grief. My husband and I had been talking about getting rid of paci’s for months so once we got home from a family trip to Orlando (cuz ain’t nobody…
I’m not much of a “handy” person. I’ve always admired people who can make something out of nothing, are willing to put in the work to build, or create things from raw materials. That’s never been me. Sadly. Even as a kid. Free art – pass. Coloring page – I’m down. Play with this assortment of Lego bricks – eh.…
The Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday season is one of the most demanding, depleting and delightful seasons of them all. Year after year, we find ourselves spending money we shouldn’t be spending, committing to parties we don’t have time to be at and baking baked goods that turn out to be “baked bads.” As women, the pressure of the season can sometimes feel…
Seriously. They are magical and have fairy dust sprinkled on them. Too much? They have become a closet staple in my quest in expressing my style and loving my body. It took me a while to jump on board because I somehow believed there weren’t any that would compliment my post-baby shape. So glad I was wrong! Rompers and Jumpers…
I was suddenly surrounded by a fog of insecurities. “Women in their twenties don’t feel like this…” Am I the only one that’s been so intimidated by the #10yearchallenge? This new social media craze has highlighted a big character flaw – constant competition with previous versions of myself. There I was scrolling through the sea of selfies, only to be…