Imagine what it was like saying my truth in a Southern Baptist Church setting; my truth? My family doesn’t fulfill me. That’s what a “Southern Belle” exists for, right? To raise babies and dote on […]
Today I didn’t…
Today, I didn’t separate donated clothes, fold, and hand them over to thankful, poverty stricken people who nodded in appreciation and grinned as they received them. I folded piles upon piles upon piles of […]
The Conviction of Comparison.
I don’t like it when I think something ugly. I usually tuck it far back into the recesses of my mind and try VERY hard not to think about it again, much less admit it […]
I Wasn’t Ready For This Age…
I can remember when I received a bag of hand-me-downs from a friend who’s little girl had outgrown her size ten clothing. My baby, at the time, was barely filling out a size nine […]
Writing is Like Pumping.
Yea, you read that title right. Writing is like pumping. Perhaps you’re raising an eyebrow and thinking, “What you mean pumping?!” I mean like pumping your breastmilk. I have felt horrible for the neglect of […]
I Have to be Reminded..
Maybe I’m the odd-ball out, the exclusion to the rule, the defect in a world full of cookie cutter perfection. I guess I am the crumbly cookie dough that refuses to stick together to produce […]
When Marriage Isn’t Fair
The hubs and I have been in a funk lately. Ya know the kind I’m talking about. Where everything the other says and does is super annoying, even their breathing sounds like nails on a […]
