by Lisa-Jo | Apr 18, 2012 | Blogging, Daughters, Faith, Family, Girlfriends, The hard good stuff
My tiny human, my gorgeous darling, my little one – you are a girl. You are our first girl and I will never stop celebrating it. You are a gorgeous, dimpled, delicious, just-one-year-old baby girl. And my darling, there’s some stuff that comes with being a girl that...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 29, 2012 | (in)RL, Blogging, Girlfriends, The hard good stuff
It would be so much easier if no one disagreed with me. If no one challenged me; if no one pushed my buttons. Life would be restful and calmer if no one questioned what I thought or told me they thought something different. If people always saw my side, always shared...
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by Lisa-Jo | Mar 26, 2012 | (in)RL, Blogging, Girlfriends
Why do I go on an on about community and how much it means to me? Whether it’s over diapers or screaming kids or the frustrated glory of parenthood. Whether it’s over finding myself in the lost corridors of motherhood or connecting with you about how we...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 21, 2012 | Blogging, Callings, Faith, Girlfriends
Sometimes we rage against where we are in life. Especially compared to her. Her – over there – with the easily strung together words or the pretty blog or the stylish shoes or the way with making sense of motherhood. We see the 4×6 snapshot and call it life. That...
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by Lisa-Jo | Mar 16, 2012 | (in)RL, Blogging, Faith, Girlfriends
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We finger paint with words. We try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Where your words are welcome, just as they are! (<—Tweet this!) 1. Write for...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 14, 2012 | Family, Girlfriends, Motherhood, Rabid fear of parenting
When I’m reeealllly tired and my brain starts to wonder far, far away from our Cheerio-encrusted floor, these are the things I day-dream about: To go to the bathroom without an audience A hot meal Not to have to cut up any food but their own Make up that hasn’t been...
