This is Megan. She’s honest and loving and gets $h*t done. In church, I like standing by her because her voice makes me happy. And God gave her good hair–the kind you just want to touch to see if it’s real. It is. A few weeks ago I invited some women in my life to
This is Julie. She is one of the smart women who said yes to sharing a piece of her life for me to read- and to letting me post her thoughts on this blog. (You can read more about my intentions here.) Julie turns 30-years-old this year and she made a list of things to
This is Rosey. She is an artist and I asked her to refer to her paintings in this blog post where she responds to what she’s quitting this year. I am lucky to have smart friends. In an effort to capture some of their brainpower I asked a few of these smart friends to
Over the past years I’ve grown a lot. You know how sometimes you look back and see how much you’ve grown. And a little twinge of embarrassment comes over you as you think about how you were before the growth. Thankful to be standing, I wish I could have learned more quickly (or less painfully-
I’m pregnant with Amelia. It was a long journey to get here. Getting here has been good but it has been a scary one with dragons disguised as helpless emotion and big thorny plants that resemble self-pity and can swallow you whole. Luckily I’ve discovered I have swords to slay the dragons and some round-up
I’m not into babymoons—too trendy for me. But I am into doing fun things. I’ve heard wise friends tell me to take advantage of all the free time possible before a baby arrives. And by my calculations, Brandon and I have about 10 weeks-ish to live a diaperless, sleep in, sleep all night schedule. Unfortunately
I’m having a baby. A little girl is growing inside of me right now. I know because I can feel her strong kicks and jolts as she wiggles from side to side of my belly. From Autumn to Winter to Spring, my April baby will do some of her most crucial growth in the cold
Watching the woman in a purple tank top do a rhythmical version of a snake charming dance seemed normal. What seemed out of place was the stuffed animal monkey Velcro’d to her wrist. I said a quiet “cheers” to the woman and her Velcro’d monkey, for she was brave enough to wear it. Then took
Watching the woman in a purple tank top do a rhythmical version of a snake charming dance seemed normal. What seemed out of place was the stuffed animal monkey Velcro’d to her wrist. I said a quiet “cheers” to the woman and her Velcro’d monkey, for she was brave enough to wear it. Then took
Vanity creeps into our lives so subtlety. Or not. Leaving Chicago, I was distracted the entire ride on the Metra Train heading to my sweet sunny home in the suburbs. In front of me sat two chatty 20-somethings. They wove in conversation about guys, about how they looked, about how their friends looked, about how