I remember the first time I caught myself doing it. My firstborn was a toddler, barely a year. I was at the post office with her near Christmas, waiting in the holiday lines to send a package. I don’t remember what she did exactly, but it required correction. I squatted down on her level, acutely […]
Y’all, I’m over it. OVER. IT. Not my little people- they’re fabulous, if maddening. I’m over everything else, though. July has been a hell of a month for me, and I’m whooped. My husband left for a ministry thing for a week and a half, which is more than I’m accustomed to handling with four […]
It happens when she’s the most stressed out and anxious and tired. My six-year-old whines, “Mom! I wanna be like YOU! I just can’t be like you!” Now, you should know that Jenna is like me in more ways than I can count. We’re both firstborns with a lot of younger siblings. We even both […]
I had the privilege of reading an advance copy of Love Him Anyway in exchange for an honest review. The opinions are all mine.
Abby Banks is a busy mama of three. Then one morning her youngest, at seven months old (that’s my youngest’s age now), woke up paralyzed. This is the story before and after that morning as the Banks family (and Abby in particular) fought for a new normal within what is, rather than what should be.
…in which we explore (somewhat belatedly) my “word” for 2017.
Productivity is a drug. An idol. For me, at least. I forgot this for a good, long while because I basically haven’t been especially productive since June. I don’t mean to say that I haven’t done things. Oh, I’ve worked, and hard. But this switch to four is still (five months later) proving tricky. So on my very best […]
A long time ago (probably just past a decade now), we were in a group of mostly-college-aged mostly-singles from our church. In this group (as frequently happens), a boy and a girl started to date. They were perfect together. Beaming. He proposed. The engagement lasted only long enough to put a simple wedding together. Its […]
(photo credit: Jenna. Because 5-year-old photography is a thing.) I got a steroid injection in my wrist today. Eventually, it should help with a bunch of issues I’ve had recently. Initially, though… there’s a numbing agent and a lot of extra fluid placed in an area that’s already compressed. Translation: my right hand (the dominant […]
This week busted me open. Wide open. On one day, there was rage over injustice in one tragedy and celebration over a major victory, and then there was a loss. Oh, the loss. I lost a sweet nephew before he was due to arrive (but not by much) and I have no words about that […]
So we’re on day 6 of the write31days challenge. And, while none of the last several days has been exceptional, today seems especially ordinary. (Is “especially ordinary” even a thing? I think that’s like “very unique,” which is decidedly NOT a thing—there aren’t gradients of uniqueness. A thing is unlike all others-unique-or it isn’t.) (I’m done […]