This past Sunday I was on my way to pick up my kids from their dad’s when I stopped to get gas, a mundane activity for most, but typically a stressful one for me–stressful due to my own procrastination. I rolled into the gas station as my dashboard informed me that I had ONE mile left to … More Running on Empty
When my daughter was four, she asked me: “Who made God?” Today, at seven, she asked me: “Is America the best country in the world?” I’m not sure which was harder to answer. I fumbled for words and then settled on…it depends on who you ask. Different people have different opinions on what makes a country … More Our America
When I moved into my new place almost a year ago, my kids were excited about a lot of things: the second floor, the swing set in the backyard, the number of dogs in the neighborhood, the kids next door and the fact that there was an ice cream shop and multiple playgrounds within walking … More Monsters, Magic and Dirty Laundry
I described myself as a “recovering cynic” recently in one of my online dating profiles. (Yes, I’m dating, but we’ll save that topic for another post. Or another 30 posts. Or maybe an anonymous book someday.) Right now, we are focusing on the less sexy topic of cynism. As a result of describing myself this … More Recovering Cynic
I have a confession. I have made the very conscious decision to bury my head in the sand. I can’t read another devastating news story about a shooting or a rape or babies being injured or killed. I can’t handle it. I can’t stomach it. I don’t have the mental capacity to understand why or how … More What We CAN Do
Yesterday when we were in the car on the way home from school Wes asked whose house we were going to—because it can get confusing with our current living situation-–and I quickly responded “your dad’s house.” And then I quickly regretted that answer. When we initially decided to separate we were very careful about how … More Suddenly Strangers
This past weekend I had the pleasure of hearing Glennon Doyle Melton, author of Carry On, Warrior, speak at a local church. If you don’t already know and love Glennon, check her out. She is a tiny woman with a giant presence. The type of person who just kind of radiates light and positive energy. … More Me too. Me. Too.
I moved out of our house in a hurry. Not abruptly, but quickly. We had been living together for two months after deciding to get divorced. Things were awkward. The tension had lessened, but the air was thick with an eagerness to move on. So when I found the perfect little home on a street … More 40 Nights
I’ve thought a lot about how I would begin this post over the last couple of months, but as I sit here staring at blank screen, nothing comes to mind… Dave and I have decided to get divorced. It is a hard phrase to write and even harder to say out loud, mostly because you … More Redefining Family
Straight A’s, varsity high school athlete, full college scholarship, Master’s degree, avid volunteer, successful career, proud homeowner and Postpartum Depression…one of these things does not belong. Or so I thought… I was newly married when I had my first baby at the young age of 25. My sister had given birth about six weeks earlier … More The Heavy and Unexpected Burden of Postpartum Depression written by an Anonymous Guest Blogger
My Shiny Happy Life 