These Mountains We Climb

I’ve been scared to write. I used to blog at least once a month. I’ve been blogging since 2011. I’m known for being mouthy on my blogs, tackling sensitive issues, and being quite opinionated. I came from a Mormon conservative blogger background to a political, hands-in-all-pots, I’ve-got-something-to-say, Most-liberal-republican-you’ll-ever-meet blogger. But then BLM happened. The trend … More Unmute Yourself: A message from your white friend

I woke up with a sweaty little foot in my face. And no, it wasn’t my husband. My toddler woke up in the night with a nightmare and he found his way between us, and like clockwork, he turned horizontally and pushed both of us to the edges of the what’s supposed to be a … More In small spaces

I never watch awards shows. Ever. This is a sentence that made my movie-buff of a husband recoil when we were dating, but he’s since slinked over to my side as year by year the Oscars, Grammy’s, Golden Globes, Academy Awards and the plethora of others have become platforms for political speeches and soap box … More No, Michelle Williams: You didn’t win.

Anyone with a child knows how freaking hard it is. The financial, emotional, spiritual weight that comes along with parenting. The worries. The late nights. The constant “Am I doing this right?!” Anyone with two children knows it even better. Three, and you’ve got suffocation half the week and brief panic attacks in the car. … More I never knew why mom put the earrings back: Until now.

When I first began blogging I wrote a blog called, “God will give you more than you can handle”. It garnished over a million hits overnight and since then it’s taken off in ways I can’t believe. It was the start of my blogging journey–the push for me to keep writing because there were people … More God doesn’t care what you think of His plan.

My eyes are pretty much sealed shut this morning. The first explanation is I’m a mom. I know I might have lost about half of you to that statement. (*Men* cough cough) The other half, you sisters, probably feel me. I was up literally all night (and I’m using the word correctly in this case) … More Sister, it’s time to believe what he says about you.

When did you know you loved me? I asked last night. I’m one of these cheesy wives that often whispers, “Tell me something beautiful” just because I like to hear him talk. *About me, of course.* Usually he doesn’t answer things like this the way I imagine he would–he just says a vague time frame … More An ode to my love

I tried for seven years to get pregnant. Seven. That’s seven birthdays. Seven Christmases. Seven changes of weather that turned the summer trees to shades of amber and then disappeared under seven new blankets of snow. But seven felt like a hundred. I missed my baby without even having met him yet. I longed for … More He knew me at 24 weeks

Jesus always deserves the crown. Of course. And we see Mary with the halo. Much deserved. But last night as my husband and I took our kids to a Lights of Christmas festival in Warm Beach, I noticed something interesting about the nativity. Lights of Christmas is a beautiful village of lights ranging from Santa … More I’m trying to be like Joseph