A couple years ago, my stepson came to visit for Thanksgiving. We were overjoyed to see him, but startled by his appearance. While away at college, he had been very ill and dropped about 35 lbs. He looked so skinny and frail, and his clothes hung loosely about him. Everywhere we went, he was met with… Read More Update: el pelo (that’s “hair” in Spanish)
A couple weeks ago in a post about my sister’s engagement, I left a little cliff hanger … “Today, as my mom and I were driving to pick up the wedding dress, she said something about the right guy fitting like ‘your favorite pair of blue jeans.’ … That analogy really hit home … and I have a great deal… Read More Boys are like blue jeans
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 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
At the first ever National Summit of the Coalition to End Sexual Exploitation, I’ll never forget … A beautiful, well-dressed lady walked up to me and scrutinized my badge. “Mama Crossroads?” She paused. “What do you do?” I couldn’t help feeling a little like my mother, so many years ago. Often, when she was out… Read More What do you “DO”?
I have been debating for weeks–months even–about this post. Perhaps you will think me crude or inappropriate for approaching the subject of female anatomy in this manner. But in a culture where breasts are openly displayed, discussed, and ogled, I feel the need to add my unique perspective to the public dialogue. I realize this subject might… Read More Big fat boobs
Hey, mamas. Have you ever had someone walk into your house and ask the big question: “What have you been doing all day?” Ugh. Whenever this happens, I find myself scrambling for some sort of neat checklist to deliver so that I can get an A+ in motherhood. Not only that, but often during my run-of-the-mill… Read More Making the grade
What is real? Do we even know anymore? In a world where … most of the music we listen to starts with a human voice but is mixed in a studio and edited to perfection, much of the food we eat is genetically modified and then processed, the image of children “playing” usually involves some… Read More Manufactured
Hey, ladies! Have you heard about Addo Recovery? I LOVE them! They offer addiction programs, resources, and best of all a FREE online betrayal trauma course for wives of porn addicts. The premise of the course is that most survivors of post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, follow a certain pattern: They are traumatized over a limited amount… Read More For traumatized women
Dear Jane, I know who you are. Sometimes I’ve walked with you. Other times we’ve connected from afar. But I am aware of you. I think of you often. More than you know. You haven’t written any books, appeared on any talk shows, had your picture in the newspaper, or gotten millions of hits on… Read More In praise of plain Jane
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