After my sister, Caitlyn, gave birth to her first baby, she attended a friend’s wedding wearing a dress that was both flattering and trendy. This was a feat for a newly postpartum mom. She felt like a million bucks. Then her brand new …
Second Grade Dreams
Some kids dream about growing up to become athletes, singers or doctors. Me? I dreamt about college. I recall with great detail the day when my second grade teacher talked to our class about what we wanted to be when …
Why Surrender? (When You Want to be in Control!)
There are precious few times in my life when I have felt like I am in complete control. For me, those were the scariest times in my life. When I have been gripping onto something, holding it tight, intent to …
Never a Failure
I began my career as a high school English teacher with an unapologetically idealistic attitude about the difference I could make in my student’s lives and in Chicago’s far South Side community as a whole. After all, when you’re young …
The Holy Work of Motherhood
Lying on a cold, hard doctor’s table in the middle of the night, too scared to utter a cohesive sentence, I began bartering with God. If only he’d allow this child to live to term. If only he’d stop my …
Love Detox
I went through alcohol and benzodiazepine withdrawal/detox on the top bunk in my sister’s basement – in a house full of toddlers. Three of them. I should probably mention that children aren’t my love language. Their bodily fluids gross me …
Cheers to the Hard Part
Our daughter was born in June so I decided that I should get to count Mother’s Day the May before she was born, aka I was pregnant, as my first Mother’s day. Now less you think I am a brat, …
A MOPS Story – Baby Sammie
Three years ago, as a new mama of two, I joined the Leadership Team for our MOPS group in Virginia. Our small group of moms gathered two times a month to encourage each other to be the brave and kind …
Advent 2017: See the Love
I live with the rise and fall of a breath warming my chest, the caress of soft buttery skin against my own and the weight of a baby across my shoulders. I have been wearing babies for more than a …
Permission to Dream
For years, it was the longing that had no name, the longing that I wouldn’t allow myself to name. Denied, it took on ugly shapes. She must be exhausted, I would think when I saw a woman with three or …
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