Yesterday morning, Adelay and I went to Costco. This is a regular occurrence for us, and Addy knows the drill: eat graham crackers, smile at passers-by, kick feet out of
Yesterday morning, Adelay and I went to Costco. This is a regular occurrence for us, and Addy knows the drill: eat graham crackers, smile at passers-by, kick feet out of
It seems to me that we are very bad at both grief and joy. I don’t know if this is an American thing, or a Christian culture thing, or a
Perhaps in preparation for Mother’s Day, I’ve been seeing a lot of videos and articles about how hard motherhood is, particularly when you have young kids. Mostly, these are shared
Today I stress-shopped online, bouncing from swim suits to place mats in a desperate attempt to feel better. The trouble with stress-shopping online is that I rarely actually buy anything
When I help Adam with house projects, usually my role is of a glorified clamp or shelf – I hold something in place while he measures, caulks, nails or whatever
I have a confession to make: I’m tired. I’m trying to do all the right things and volunteer in all the right places. I say “yes” when my church needs
I was all knees and elbows, with big feet and hands that grabbed, felt and explored everything. Now they were digging themselves into sand, which was strangely hard from recent
Everyone pre-kids is annoyed by other people’s kids. They’re clogging up Facebook with endless photos of stocking feet and chocolate grins, and our friends who used to talk to us
I’ve been seeing memes on Facebook about women loving their post-partum bodies. “You’re beautiful, you made a kid!” it says cheerily (and more poetically), with a picture of a glowing
1. What did you do in 2015 that you’d never done before? Became a momma. It’s the most wonderful, difficult, beautiful, fulfilling, terrifying thing I have ever done and I