Sunday afternoons are messy at our house. And I like them that way. We’ve usually let the weekend play around us with all its Legos and dolls and light sabers and blanket forts and left over pizza. We’ve let the dishes pile up and a pile of well, everything really, accumulate in the boys’ room. At least one of our children is wearing only underpants. And Pete and I will have napped and then dragged our bed heads up and keep reading…
UPDATED: The three lovely winners of a copy each of Sparkly Green Earrings are: commenters 153 Missy, 161 Elspeth, and 89 Jenny Trask. Emails with details headed your way! It’s good to have friends who remind you how funny motherhood is. Beautiful, difficult, sad some days. But also funny. My friend Melanie wrote a book that has helped me laugh my way through the cray-cray days. It’s called Sparkly Green Earrings and it’s all the funny, beautiful crazy of keep reading…
Last year I spent most of the weekend of April 27th crying. When I wasn’t crying I was grinning ear to ear. It was our first ever attempt to gather women and (in)courage readers from across the globe together in real life. Nearly 2,000 sisters in Christ showed up and it flat out took our breath away. {That’s me on the right with my friend Christy who helped host our meetup}. For months the (in)courage team had been praying for keep reading…
Holding up the arms. Rubbing the tired shoulders, folding the laundry, sharing the recipes, reminding each other about free donut days and birthdays and showering grace when we’re late to the preschool pick up. Not comparing our kids. Celebrating the victories. Weeping the pain. Delivering the casseroles. Sharing more than just fine. Rocking the collicky babies, offering the girls nights out, teaching the best teething gels, powders, rings. Sending the cards, loaning the good boots, complimenting the jeans. Sharing the keep reading…
The thing about women is that we always assume the girl next door, the women across the aisle, the mom in the car pool lane, your husband’s best friend’s wife, your cousin, great aunt or the stranger in the dressing room next to you at the mall has it figured out. Whether “it’s” how to balance motherhood with, well, anything else really. Or how to manage her temper or style her hair or stock her fridge or connect with her keep reading…
Kara @My interrobang
Must read: “I don’t know where to begin. What notes to hit or what melody to master. What lyrics to write. My mind drifts to the familiar scene, you in the driver’s seat, me holding a soccer ball in my lap anxious for the destination. Your car smells like
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