This is probably the most vulnerable post I’ve ever written. I’m sharing why I’m breaking up with food plans, dieting, and bondage.
When I was growing up my mom gave everyone she came into contact with during the Christmas season a gift. Teachers, coaches, nurses, bus drivers, office staff, doctors, sanitation workers. You name them, and she gave them a gift. That gift usually consisted of a 50 cents box of chocolate-covered-cherries wrapped and tied with a bow. Or, since she cross-stitched,… Read More
For several months (and even a few years) I’ve played around with my social media accounts. I’ve deactivated them, taken them off of my phone, and tried to limit my time on them. I’m one of those highly intuitive people, and something in the back of my mind has always told me we’re going to regret it. Kinda like smoking… Read More
This Tuesday is voting day. After I drop off my oldest girl at school, my youngest daughter and I will head across the street to the Community Center to cast my ballot. It’s not lost on me how significant it is that I, a woman, get to vote. Participating in our democratic system humbles me. I think about women all… Read More
The first time I left my girl at the church nursery she looked at me, blinked, and turned to the toys. A clear indication she was ready to move past the good-byes and get onto the good stuff. A confident girl revealed. I walked away with tears rolling down my cheeks. That was almost six years ago. Nothing has changed… Read More
Nothing sends a southern mama’s heart aflutter like hearing the words, “It’s a girl!” Her next thought is “smocked dresses and big bows.” Fantasies of being a girl-mom come true, and she praises Jesus she doesn’t have to peeve a baby son (or her husband) with second-rate Jon-Jon’s. I know this because I am one of those southern mama’s. We’re a… Read More