I Need the Pretty Dresses

I Need the Pretty Dresses

I’m not sure if it was the warm dampness he felt on his shirt or the sob that rose from my shoulders that gave me away. I didn’t want my husband to see me crying. My head was buried in his chest, my arms wrapped around his back, and we were standing on the stepsRead More

Oh, How I Wish to Be Ria

Oh, How I Wish to Be Ria

Scrolling through my Facebook feed this morning, I came across a video several friends had shared. They used words like “awesome, cute and joyful” to describe it, with no warning that it would make me cry fat, rolling-down-cheek tears. But how could they have known? Rarely do I know when something will stick me betweenRead More

Count Me in for Sesame Street Live

Count Me in for Sesame Street Live

I have a funny to story to tell. About a time my husband and I were driving two girls home. They were laughing and carrying on like crazies in the back seat. Giggling uncontrollably and speaking incoherently. And then, they had the nerve to ask us to pull over on a dirt road in theRead More

You’re Dang Right Momma Loves Her Body

You’re Dang Right Momma Loves Her Body

Patterns, habits and long-term environments mold so much of who we are, but I’m convinced simple little encounters are powerful enough to change our outcome–for better or worse. Like this morning. As I was stepping out of the shower and scurrying to the bedroom to get dressed on time, my 4-year-old daughter made a comicalRead More

Forgive me Father, for I’ve Quit Caffeine

Forgive me Father, for I’ve Quit Caffeine

God rest my father’s soul. He always told me he would disown me if I ever drank decaf coffee, had a fake Christmas tree, or drank Dr. Pepper. (He said it was for “liberal college weenies.”) He was totally kidding (except maybe not about the Christmas tree), but I have to admit I felt disloyalRead More

Motherhood. Is this all?

Motherhood. Is this all?

Was that really a piece of dog hair embedded in dried snot on my child’s face? Yes. Yes it was. Unfazed, I reached up and pulled it off, and then thought I’d better clean that snot off, too. Gross. Only, not gross. Just normal. It’s weird how normal gross things are when you have kids.Read More