5 Ways to Re-Invigorate Your Soul
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This weekend I went away for 4 days for what I thought was going to be a
business retreat with 12 other entrepreneurial women, led by a coach and
mentor I’...
It’s OK to Not Be OK
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Hey friend? Come sit next to me here on my old thrifted couch. I have a
warm, soothing cup with your name on it and I want to tell you [...]
What women can do
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I haven’t been in two months. I’ve been hunched over a computer and
conferences and deadlines and this carpet I have to vacuum at least twice a
day it seem...
getting one’s mom-uppance
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Our neighbors across the hall recently confessed to me that they had a good
laugh one morning after hearing me yell my kids onto the elevator and out
the d...
When you’re wondering: How God Feels About Storms?
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When the guy on the screen says that he could hear the cries of children
underneath the rubble, his voice starts to crack and how in the world does
anythin...
When Grief's Legacy is Fear
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* *Exactly one year and six months ago (yesterday), my husband and I said
hello and then goodbye to our daughter, Eve. When the doctor told us that
she’d ...
DIY Sunscreen
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I am such a dork but today one of my small dreams came true and I made my
own lotion!!! Well, sunscreen that is. I used this recipe! Why I decided to
mak...
madiana
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I trucked the kids to my mother's for the weekend of Munay-Ki and meditation, and dressed and chatted Friday morning with Jess, wrote a blog post here. Prepa...
exhausted mom meets grieving mom...
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Being a mom is exhausting some days, being a grieving mom is exhausting
every day.
When the hustle and bustle of the ballgames are over, when the laundry i...
Insert awesome title here cuz I got nuthin
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I have a couple things to discuss today. Yes, finally an updated post!
Thanks for hanging in there with me all. I survived another Mothers Day,
but barel...
Holding Hands
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They held hands as we walked towards our car after a surprise Mother’s Day
outing. It was simply because they love one another. They are friends,
they ar...
Mother Hearts
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I am feeling very blessed by all of the women in this community tonight. It
may be our grief that unites us but it is our mothering hearts that make
our co...
Whispers from Billy and Samuel
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I walked outside with you this evening. Into the dark, damp grass beneath
my feet, grainy stone.
Cool air whistling into my lungs, inflating, ribs lifting, ...
Grace Is Greater
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I thought and was lead to believe that those who gave in and gave up didn't
stand a chance.
We weigh sins and then we place them in order from least to gre...
Poor Goose Goose
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Gus use to be our baby until our actual babies came along. This morning we
were all out on the deck having some quiet time. Gus loves being right
beside ...
Mothering her
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Never is the mothering so hard as on her birthday.
In our family, the birthday girl gets to have the birthday wreath hung on
the front door in her honor....
Right There...
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Luke is a pretty decent sleeper and I am grateful. He still wakes a couple
of times in the night very briefly, looks for his boppy (paci) and/or tells
his...
IBMD
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Our lives go on. We smile more. We laugh more. We love more. But we never
stop missing. We never stop loving. ♥ Peyton ♥
Looking forward to a day of peace,...
Guest Post for Break The Weight
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Guest Post for Break The Weight Two of the ladies who are also featured in
Transforming Loss, Ricki and Lulu, have an awesome
website–http://www.breakthewe...
A Whole New World
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Dear Elliot,
The ground has been covered with snow for months and months. Here in
Minnesota, we all kind of hibernate indoors from November until March or
...
*5* & a beautiful gift.
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I glanced down at my phone and saw a text from my editor (and dear friend)
Jennifer Lyell. It said “Listen to your voicemail:)” I’m terrible with
voicemail...
New Blogs Added
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I am truly sorry that it has taken so long to update this directory. Life
so often gets in the way. I have now gotten all submitted blogs added and
below i...
Protecting My Fruit
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“Behold, children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a
reward.” Psalm 127:3
I’ve decided to stop being a crybaby about cancelling our Hawaii...
Sock Monkey Huddle
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This must have been the best Christmas for Jesse and I to date. In the past
few years, our joy, our flame has just been....well....out. Walker &
Ellie's ag...
The Home Team
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Unfortunately, this season didn't bring visions of bowl games dancing in the heads of Hog fans. But if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! ULM (Jeff's alma mater) ...
Still With Me
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I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. I apologize, and I don’t. I
apologize to anyone who worried about me. I didn’t mean to worry you. And I
tha...
No Excuses
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We all have a story. We can all our close our eyes and travel back to a
time that did not feel like this one. Certain fragrances and sounds can
carry us ...
Wife. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Aunt. And most recently, Mommy. I may not experience all of the typical Mommy things but, I have experienced the worst of them all. Loss. Everyday is a learning experience. Learning to live without Aidan
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