In my first year of motherhood, I felt like my life was a replay of the movie Groundhog Day. I started my day by waking up two to three times in the night, nursing my son, sleeping a little, eating a little, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, making dinner—then doing it all-over-again. Some days…
My husband has a sweet tooth and a great love for food. I’d have moments where I’d feel like he was making progress overcoming sugar, only to find a package of Twizzlers stashed away in the console of his truck. Upon discovering it, I’d simply look at him with, a look of, why? He would…
All moms, as soon as they find out their pregnant, are pressured into a striving for perfection. We suddenly start thinking and looking around us—deciding what perfection is and who fits that description. And we look at ourselves and determine we don’t quite measure up. Until, we see the truth. There is no such thing…
I have no words. What is left to say after a number of weeks filled with one difficult situation after another? I didn’t have a perfect response. I certainly didn’t feel like I was gifted with opportunities of grace either. Emptiness—that’s how I felt. Perfectionism rearing its head again—only to reveal a trailing hollowness. Still no…
“I can’t wear that look—but you can!” Women keep giving me this compliment. To be honest, I am no different. I too face the same feelings of intimidation by clothing, make–up, and hairstyles. Ladies, I’m proof. You can wear that look and I’ve learned a few secrets that will help. Let’s get started in revealing…