Some perspectives are better than others

Some perspectives are better than others

Pete and I are 35 and still have never owned a house. We rent a quirky little home with a backyard that is at times better suited to bundu-bashing than games of baseball or catch. The carpets are stained with melted play-doh and mud has been tracked in irreversible...
Some perspectives are better than others

Note to self: how to not treat the husband

I had an illuminating trip with Peter a couple weeks ago. This is Peter. He is my husband of 11 years and 2 baby boys. It started at 4:30 am with a taxi ride to the airport, followed by several sausage biscuits, cini-minis and a super size coca-cola. Disgusting? Yes....

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...
Some perspectives are better than others

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....