Somewhere in the fog, I knew I was snoring. Somewhere in the mercy of the unconscious, I knew it was not appropriate. Somewhere in the bliss of desperately welcomed sleep, my mind argued with my body to stop it. My body won. I felt warm hands on my cheeks and heard my name from anRead More
.I pray that I might boldly profess, that no matter how badly I mess up the message, checking the wrong box, too long of a tweet, or fatigue induced grammatical errors, all will know my heart belongs to Jesus Christ. And also that James Dobson doesn’t think I am an icky internet creep.
Two very good things will happen if you share this post. The madness of borderline Ouija board astrology religiosity might be addressed. I will hit 2,000,000 views since I first posted An Open Letter to my Children You’re Not That Great, by my birthday on 9/26/16. It would be pretty nifty to have that manyRead More
Poor as church mice, that is how my mother-in-law would have described us. When Justin and I got married we had nothing. We stopped at the post office on the way to our wedding reception to see if there were any congratulatory cards with money in them. Luckily, one of my dad’s buddies came toRead More
Hey. Me? Yes, you. You’re going to be committed if you let them see the psychosis of me talking to myself, myself answering, and you getting to watch what unfolds. I promise, I was getting up at 5:00.I I was going to spend a little time with Jesus. Then I was going to workout, shower,Read More
I am not pro-homeschool, public, private, co-op, military (best money we ever spent), charter, un or free range. The way I see it, you do what ya gotta do. And I have tried them all. This year our daughter will graduate from college. She was Classically homeschooled from the 2nd grade through high school. HerRead More
Wow. You are very subtle. Not really, I know you know there is marinara on my right breast. Just above the chocolate stain from last week. And I know you know I know you looked at it and can’t seem to stop looking at it. I am not a slob. This is how I amRead More
I have just returned from the Magic Kingdom. I wish my brain would shut off sometimes. It never does. My first clue that I wasn’t a real Princess was the amount of sweat I produced in the “happiest place on earth.” It is beyond the Princess protocoled “glisten.” It is a downpour. And the sweatRead More
I am old. This is what the new batch of our babies have to look forward to. They have an old mom. And she’s way behind the times. They will to go school with kids that were birthed into swimming pools… In their living rooms! Am I new? I am just hearing about this. I saw the Duggars doing “natural” deliveries in a bath tub..
The salt water burned my eyes. If I was pulled to the depths one more time, I wouldn’t be coming back. Between the strong undertow and bikini top wrapped around my neck; I was surely about to die. Modesty out the window, I broke the surface for the last time and yelped “help!” As anRead More