Doing motherhood like a dude

My closest friends may snort laugh in agreement when I admit that I’m a bit of a dude. I’m not… Read more Doing motherhood like a dude

Quantifiable

Quantifiable      Love is certainly not girl’s best friend, glitter pawned for tears post-divorce. It is not awkward silence holding its… Read more Quantifiable

God’s big hands

When I was 10 years old, I met Harmony Culbreath. She brought nothing but sunshine to my life. My mentor… Read more God’s big hands

2013 gift list

Before I move on, I want to look back—not to dwell on the past or listen to Sirens, as I… Read more 2013 gift list

Choosing not to

When my friend Bruce invited me to his concert next weekend, I was stoked—and then immediately felt totally bummed. His… Read more Choosing not to

Not wasted

My husband changes the oil in our vehicles himself. When his brake pads need to be replaced, he borrows tools… Read more Not wasted

Mama said, part 7

“Starving kids in Africa would love that pork chop,” my mom stated, twirling her spaghetti around her fork. I rolled… Read more Mama said, part 7

Red lights

I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. Even as a little girl in the back of… Read more Red lights

Benign

“Will you make me some flan?” I scribbled this barely legible note with my left hand while nursing my daughter… Read more Benign

Merging

I’m pretty sure I’ve never cried so much in my life. Since having my daughter in November, my perspective has… Read more Merging