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A Venti Iced Chai & A Spirit Renewed
My morning started off like this: You know the type of morning… It’s the one that wakes you up on the wrong side of the bed and sends you plummeting face-first to the floor. The one that sees how tired you’re feeling and chuckles at your silent plea for just 30 more minutes of sleep.…
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Letters to Emma: Choosing a Man
Emma, dear, if you choose to marry later in life, choose a man like your father. I always hated when people made comments like that. How disturbing to choose a mate that reminds you of your father! But I understand now. So let me say it again: If you decide to get married, choose a…
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Momnesia
Momnesia – the evolutionary loss of memory that occurs in women following each term of pregnancy, allowing them to reproduce more than once Momnesia is a beautiful thing in terms of reproduction. The vague memory of the first trimester, the third trimester, and the birth experience often leads to a mother proclaiming that she would go through it all…
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Things
This post is going to seem very ill-timed as we just started a new series at church about “Discovering Contentment in a World of Consumption” (Watch the Series Here!) but I’m going to write it anyway. Freddy and I did put a lot of purchases on hold after the first phase of home renos and…
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Day of Washing
Today is one of those wonderful winter days we long to have after the days start to feel short and the nights feel long. It’s one of those days that breathes new spirit into our lungs and brightens our perspectives. It isn’t just the fact that after several days of negative degree wind chills, we’re…
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Get Real on the Internet
“Sick of “perfect” posts online? Who isn’t? That’s why this month Real Simple is hosting “Get Real on the Internet” week.” January 2014 issue, pg. 23 Or take the social media post I read recently that went something like “Couples who are really happy don’t feel the need to talk about it to others.” Is that what…
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Wish he could’ve shared (this memory) with me…
My Nana. My great grandmother was amazing. She was strong and independent, leaving school to work in a mitten factory and known for her love of softball. Her eyes were always lit up in a smile and while everyone else was running around trying to get me to sit down nicely in a chair, she…
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The First Trimester
Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. I’ve spent several weeks dry heaving over public toilets. You know the thing about dry heaving over public toilets? It’s disgusting. If you’re even slightly nauseous and you get near one, it will trigger your gag reflex without a doubt. And, like Pavlov’s dogs, you’re suddenly gagging every time you…
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Too Many Too Young
This year is a hard year. We have lost a lot of people this year as a family, a school, a neighborhood, a community, a state, a people. We have lost Brian, Fred Sr., Paul, and Lindsey – to name a precious few. They were all too young. Lindsey was one of my sorority sisters and…
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Radio Blues
I am the most aware of my age when I’m listening to the radio. Jason Derulo has a new song out. If you haven’t heard it, it’s called “Marry Me.” I would post a link but I really just don’t feel that it’s worth your time to listen. The lyrics go something like this: And…
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