Ashley Randleman, fellow Church planting lady, has become a dear friend and a great encouragement to me. She has listened to my insecurities and frustrations, prayed with me, and celebrated victories. One great joy has been watching her develop her writing. She has a beautiful and encouraging voice in her work. Check out this amazing… Read More Don’t You Dare
I am not a fan of my slowing metabolism or my achy joints, but I adore my wrinkles. I think the gray specks in my husband’s hair and the crinkles at the edges of his blue eyes make him more handsome now than when we met. This picture is one of my favorites, not despite… Read More Fine Lines
I was pregnant at my college graduation ceremony. I knew I wasn’t ready, but Kaleb arrived to rock our world in the best way possible. We were young and dumb. We didn’t have time to establish careers or learn how to live independently. Ready or not, we were parents. We were suddenly deep in a… Read More Before I Was Ready
I am devastated. Okay, that might be a touch melodramatic, but I am seriously bummed. I applied for a job I really wanted, and I found out after work yesterday that I didn’t make it past the first round interview. Now I’m sitting here wondering what to do with myself. Do I lick my wounds,… Read More Desert (and Dessert) Seasons
In these days, I have watched her continue to push, wiggle, and strive to get to things that we have fought to protect her from. I have been relieved for the battle to end, and sorrowed at the fact we are are both losing. … Read More As She Goes
Right this minute, the first snow of the season is falling. Everything feels right as the dryer is whirring and the light flakes dusting the roads are shutting my commitments for the day down (I was supposed to coach my daughter’s youth basketball team this morning…because I needed something else to do…lol). Although I’ve been… Read More STILL DREAMING
It’s that time of year again. The leaves are crunching under my feet, the mums are blooming, and the skeletons are coming out. I can feel the edges of grief tugging at me. Memories of desperate prayers, resignation, loss, and failure are creeping in with the ghosts being hung in store windows. This excerpt from… Read More The Trees and I Are Letting Go Again
I have 1,000 words or more begging to spill onto this page, yet all I can think of are the lyrics, “don’t be afraid to catch feelings,” from the song “Feels” by Calvin Harris.
Well, I have caught feelings, so, so, so many feelings.… Read More Afraid to Catch Feelings
I know this title is ridiculous. I may or may not have had to use Google to decide between homey and homie. I LOVE this title anyway. This summer has been a game filled summer. We went to NY to visit family for two weeks. We played Uno, Go Fish, Dominion, Up and Down the… Read More HOMEY DON’T PLAY, BUT WE DO!
Every summer, I have spectacular dreams about all the projects I will complete with my time away from the classroom. I don’t know why I do it to myself. I should know after 12 years of not accomplishing much in the summer that the summer break isn’t going to be a flurry of productivity. I… Read More SUMMER MOM AND THE EPIC BATTLE OF PRESENCE VS. PRODUCTIVITY