I started journaling. (I hate this term because it reminds me of being told in Sunday School growing up that we should "journal". In practice, I really believe it to be an important tool, but I want to call it something else.) So, I'm going to call it chronicling. Because, I do what I want.... Continue Reading →
Momma’s Punch — An ode to moms, in cocktail form
I spent this Mother's Day with my sister, our kiddos, and our good friend Andrea––eating, drinking, and talking about life, birth, mothers and daughters, and how motherhood has or hasn't been what we thought it would be. My sister said it best when she said that she knew motherhood would be hard and wonderful. But... Continue Reading →