How a 3×5 index card changed my life

You know that I work full time outside the home, right? I’ve whined shared about it here often enough. Last week it took me away from home and my boys for four full days. And four days in toddler time is basically an eternity. But after I got home, wrassled my boys,...

Love me a man who

Love me a man who has some baseball-mitt sized hands. Love me a man who knows more about my homeland than I do. Love me a man who loves him our boys. Love me a man who sees heaven in a cinnabon, a Sunday afternoon nap, and me without my make up. OK, your...
Guest post: a day in the life of my doppelganger

Guest post: a day in the life of my doppelganger

I can’t wait for you to meet, Alece. She’s the shorter, green-eyed, cool-tattooed version of me. And she’s spent more time in my homeland the last decade or so than I have. I try not to hold that against her. When we met the first time she shocked my...
Guest post: a day in the life of my doppelganger

It takes guts to be a mom

Motherhood terrifies me. Especially when I am standing at the daycare door. I don’t know how Hannah did it. Her courage makes my stomach want to drop out the bottom. I am sharing about Hannah, this fear, and it’s antidote on my friend Jessica’s site today....

I write because

I write because it’s one of the times I feel most like myself. I write because, like others, I need a place to re-tell my  story and process it’s twists and turns. I trace my fingers over the memories of the day or last year, reading the raised braille of...