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
Tag: babies
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