So … my first attempt at the “Blended Family” project … Remember how I said I’ve spent several moments standing in the art aisle at random craft stores staring blankly into space? It’s like I’m paralyzed with fear that if I invest in new paints and brushes and a pretty canvas, I’ll just screw it… Read More Life is My Canvas
I’m back from a very short, but well-deserved run-away with my husband! Did you miss me? Did you even notice I was gone? I did! I always get that nagging pang of guilt when it’s Wednesday and I haven’t written–even when I’m lying on the beach! Life has been … well … hectic, to say… Read More Winds of Change
I always promised myself that I wouldn’t be one of those moms who mourned the passing of a childhood phase. I didn’t cry when my kids had their first birthday. Instead I relished the sleep that followed the newborn phase and gobbled up every wobbly first step. I didn’t weep on my little boys’ first days… Read More At the Core
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Awhile back Jennifer Lamprey, Organizer of the Women of Value Quickening Conference, asked me to write a piece that supports women. She emphasized the importance of men supporting women, especially when it comes to issues related to pornography. She shared, “I believe more and more women need and want to…
One afternoon as I was driving with my little boy, suddenly he piped up from the backseat: “Hey Mom. We have different last names, right? So which one of us isn’t part of the family? You or me?” The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I explained that of course we are both… Read More “Blended With Love”
I love to write in my journal. But my writing has been particularly vigorous lately. Like … physically vigorous. In fact, if handwriting analysis came into play, a professional might pronounce my need for an “I-love-me” jacket and a padded room during the past few months. Seriously. When I say writing is good therapy for me, I’m… Read More Fresh and New
We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results. –Herman Melville I love my kids. I do. I know I have amazing children. So this is not a bash on my kids. And don’t… Read More ‘Selfie-Centered’ Kids?