Tough Talks

Feast or famine. We’re all getting along gloriously, or annoyed and arguing all day. We find three pairs of shoes we want, or zero pairs of shoes that will be the needed match. The kitchen is full of desserts and we overeat, or we hate everything we see in the pantry. Tough conversations also seem…

Mom Things

Of all the things about adulthood that I didn’t expect, susceptibility to Mom Guilt is probably the most surprising to me. Healthline defines Mom Guilt as the pervasive feeling of not doing enough as a parent, not doing things right, or making decisions that may “mess up” your kids in the long run. Urban Dictionary…

Counting Every Blessing

Sometimes we don’t know what we don’t know or we don’t know what we’ve been missing, until we experience a thing and realize that’s what we’ve needed. For the first time in over a year, I went to church to worship in person this morning. I’ve been watching the service online each week and that’s…

Winter of our Quarantine

It’s been the longest winter ever. The winter of our discontent, you might say, even though I don’t have fond memories of that book. Months of cold and rainy weather. A crazy election. Half of America acting like we’re not in a pandemic and now half a million people in our country are gone. Steinbeck’s…

Blessings in Formica

Back in 1946, when my Mom thinks my great Aunt Jean and Uncle Dale got this formica table, I’m certain they never imagined that almost 75 years later their great great niece Audrey (Little Bit) would have this thing called a laptop sitting on it, and would be using it as a desk for virtual…

Solidarity

I support strong women. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to support her. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to know she can do her job. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to vote…

Perfection Redefined

With the exception of Mary, I don’t think I’ve even once thought about the women in Jesus’ family tree. What a horrible thing to be true about a Christian and a feminist. But a few weeks ago I came across an artist named Tricia Robinson, and was really moved by her work and especially her…