getting my body back

To be honest, when my friend Sarah showed me this photo from Lilly’s birth, I was initially appalled. All I could see was my unfocused-but-flabby self, immediately post birth. Even now, sharing it is a little bit hard. Because this is the internet and I’m nekkid and stuff. But I want you to see it …

the worst easter ever

Someday, I will have my Easter stuff in order. The kids will have fun Easter-related activities. I will remember to read the book of Lenten kid devotionals I bought three years ago and have yet to touch. I will actually figure out what I need for dinner before Easter afternoon and we will have something other than pasta shells and sauce, prepared my kind husband who has been working his tail off for Easter service stuff all week.

This year, it didn’t happen.

dear mama: you’re fighting the important battles

Dear mama of strong-willed littles, This can be exhausting, right? You’re trying so hard to teach these small humans how to behave, how to be people, what is right and what is wrong, and how to choose right over wrong. And they seem determined that you’re not the boss of them. However they say it… fits, …

I have no idea what I’m doing

This morning is a good morning. It’s actually the kind I imagined as a kid. (I was the type of little girl that always dreamed of being a mother and glamorized it endlessly in my mind, which is funny, because I was the oldest of five, so I actually could have fairly easily figured out …

enough for even today

So today was rough. I yelled too much. I zoned out too much. I disciplined too little, too late, to inconsistently. I whined about my kids on facebook. (To my facebook friends, which is to say… all of you, I’m sorry about that.) That’s kind of graceless, whining about a privilege that some women would give appendages …

grace in miscarriage, part two

[Disclaimer: This post is fairly long (for me) and personal. Maybe to the point of overshare. Like the first post, my goal here is not to describe the general experience of miscarriage, but rather to bring it one more small step into the light. By sharing my story I hope to make it easier for …