For someone who loves clothes and shiny things, I find myself with nothing to wear. Actually, I have clothes, a lot of clothes. However, although for a good portion of my life my wardrobe was perpetually covered in the stains of motherhood, you know, spit-up, sticky handprints, and miscellaneous cheese food, my current wardrobe is stained with something new. And yes, I will get to that. But like with almost every other aspect of my life, the new stains are …
Well, Girl: Life’s not Fair Life’s not fair. I could stop there, no explanation is needed right? Because I would bet money that there is no one the planet that hasn’t been exposed to things that just don’t make sense in the world of right and fair. And, after school clothes shopping with my seventeen-year-old daughter, this is what I was thinking, life’s not fair. As a mother, someone says this to me, in my home, 40-50 times a day. …
The Difference: Wishing, Praying, and Believing There is a difference between wishing, praying and believing. For years I somehow bundled these things. Only recently have I categorized them as separate and the difference is stark. At our house, school started this week. And it was a hard week. The biggest difference between meet the teacher night 19 years ago and last Tuesday is, I am old. Nineteen years ago we took my now 24-year-old daughter to meet Mrs. Cox. …
The Mom Car: Where Coolness and Life Collide Remember, remember the deep unquenchable need, the need for speed? Truthfully, there was only .000005% of the population of teenage girls that were granted that most coveted of wishes, a pink Camaro with vanity plates, secretly staged in the driveway. We imagined a big red bow, for the overly exaggerated birthday that would, somehow, magically enlarge our breasts and give us a little plastic card that simply said, “you can drive now.” …
The first time I said, “Jesus be all over you,” in public, I think I was on a Facebook live. Actually, I have said it to my kids for years. And my mom always said, “Lord be with you.” Truth be told, I always answered back, “Thanks.” And my family answers back the same, “Thanks.” I guess it is only polite to acknowledge a blessing on your way out the door with a “thank you.” But today as Justin, my …
Doing What You Were Created to Do: Living Marvelously So, I feel pretty confident that I could be a marvelous travel blogger. Although, no one is paying me to go on cruises. I have never endorsed a suitcase or hiking sandal. Honestly, I would be an excellent official spokesperson for Xanax. Alas, I am just a girl with a computer who hates to fly. I am afraid that my “Christian” blogger status is in jeopardy for all the posts I …
