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  • Raspberry Hurt

    I used to believe that my struggle to forgive certain people had to do with the depth of the hurt they caused me. And to be fair, the hurt was real. Some things that have happened in my life have genuinely wounded me. Words have been spoken over me that crushed my spirit. Trust has…

  • Raspberry Goals

    When people talk about change, they often imagine dramatic transformation. A big moment. A life overhaul. A completely new version of themselves. I’m just as guilty as the next person. “Okay, today, I’m going to declutter my entire house, walk 5 miles on the treadmill, write a novel, cook breakfast, lunch and dinner from scratch,…

  • Raspberry Acceptance

    Personal growth is often discussed like it’s a renovation project. Identify the flaw. Fix the behavior. Become the improved version of yourself. And some things in life really do change that way. But in my own journey, I’ve realized something different. Some traits aren’t habits. They’re wiring. I’m talking about tendencies that show up for…

  • Raspberry Endings

    Today I caught myself saying, in the middle of tearful prayer, “Lord, I don’t want to be here anymore.” There was no plan. But today has been one of those days when the weight of my circumstances has been unbearable. I said, “Lord, I’m going to do [the work] because You told me to. But…

  • Raspberry Identity

    Up to now, when someone says, “Tell me a little about yourself,” the explanation has been very cut and dried. I’m a Christian. A wife. A mom. A paralegal. Daughter. Sister. Friend. These roles, and others, have shaped my days, my priorities, and the way other people understand me. But recently I started asking myself…

  • Raspbeggy

    “The Egg” Once, I was whole. A quiet oval of possibilityresting in a carton among otherswho had not yet been askedwhat they might become. I could have beensunny-side up—bright and uncomplicated. Or scrambled—loud and scattered with laughter. I might have chosen to harden,to become something boiled and stoic,firm against the world. Perhaps I would have…

  • Judged Raspberry

    There is a strange moment in any mom’s life for which no one prepares us. I’m a mom. And for me, that moment happened quietly, but quickly. Not overnight – but it’s like I blinked – and then my oldest child became an adult. And somewhere along the way, she began forming her own conclusions…

  • Likable Raspberry

    For a good portion of my life, I have struggled with trying to be loved. Not only questioning whether or not I actually am loved by someone, but also the push-pull between, “Do they love me because I’m not really being me?” and “What do I need to change, right now, that would make them…

  • Conflicted Raspberry

    Sometimes it feels like there are two versions of me living in the same body. My heart.And my head. They both want the best for me. They just disagree as to how to get there. Heart: Why do you have to think about everything so much? Sometimes you should just feel it. Trust it. Follow…

  • Raspberry Motherhood

    I’m a mom. A divorced (and remarried) one. Before you’re in it, coparenting sounds like a logistical arrangement. A schedule. An agreement. Two homes working toward the same goal. And sometimes it is that simple. It used to be for me. But for the last few years, it’s been much more complicated than a calendar.…