nurturing her tangled hair, barefoot soul, and strong mind
Sixteen is holding on. Sixteen is letting go. Holding on to the days you want to spend with me. Letting go when you’d rather be with your friends. Holding on for dear life with you behind the wheel. Letting go of control and trusting you’ve got this. Holding on to hope you’ll make good decisions.… Continue reading 16
My kitchen smells amazing. I’ve spent hours cooking our family-favorite chicken dinner. The potatoes are whipped to perfection. The gravy is thick and aromatic. The chicken has settled after coming out of the oven, and my knife glides through with ease as I slice it. The kids are at the table, mouths watering. Mine is… Continue reading To Love The Working Man
Here’s to the friends who sit beside us. The ones who come without needing an invitation. The ones who hear, “I’m fine,” and show up on our doorstep anyway. The ones who walk, unfazed, into our mess and plop themselves right smack down in the middle of it. The ones who don’t downplay our storms… Continue reading Here’s to the Friends
Listen close, dear daughter… You don’t have to play the part of the good girl.I know the weight that it carries.Trying to be ‘good.’Good is doing all the right things.Good is self-sacrifice.Good is what’s expected.Good is what’s praised. Except Good is subjective. What looks good for someCan feel terrible for others.What someone says feels good.May… Continue reading Let’s be Real
Lean in, sweet friends. I’d like to talk to you for a moment about my New Year’s Resolution. I’ve got a book in mind. Not surprising, right?I am a writer after all. But I don’t think this is just a writer thing.I think you may have a book in mind too.I think we all have… Continue reading New Year’s Resolution: Live in the Page You’re On
She was supposed to be Cinderella. This little girl of mine. I’d dreamed of it since I knew I was having a daughter. Because Cinderella was my favorite. My favorite movie to watch. Favorite songs to sing. Favorite fairytale to read. I couldn’t wait to play dress-up with my own itty, bitty, Cinderelly. And when… Continue reading Own it, my little donut.
I’m a mess in this moment, you guys. You’re probably looking at this picture and just seeing a kid walking out the door for his first day of sophomore year… No big deal, right? But you know what I see? I see my little boy with his Spiderman backpack on his first day of kindergarten.… Continue reading The In Betweens
I guess it’s a thing.You’re supposed to get married, buy a house, and then have kids.Well…Today is our 10th wedding anniversary.We’ve been living in our home for over 11 years.Our kids are 12 and 14.So…It’s safe to say we do things a little backwards.A little opposite.But my husband and I Live and Love fully embracing… Continue reading Opposites…
Hey Mama, I see you’re about to sign your boy up for Little League, so I feel I should warn you. You’re about to sign up for more than endless sun-beaten hours, sitting on rickety old bleachers at a dust-swept ball field. You’re also signing up for awkward first encounters with new parents.For a backseat… Continue reading To The New Baseball Mama
She’s not what you think… She’s got dirty feet. Tattered clothes. A mouth you’d shake your head at. And hair as unruly as her attitude. If you saw her at any given moment, you might think she’s a product of neglect. She’s not. She likes playing dress up, trying on my makeup, and shooting videos… Continue reading I wanna be that girl…