Category: Family

  • 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…

  • “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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.…

  • I feel like I was a completely different person 20 years ago. Outgoing. Spontaneous. A friend to many. The life of any party. Loud. Now, not so much. I’m quiet in crowds. I can function in small groups, but I never want to “go first,” and I’m always paranoid I’ll say or do the wrong…

  • There is a particular kind of shame that comes with repeating a mistake. Not once. Not accidentally. But knowingly. Again. And there is something humbling about realizing I wasn’t blindsided. I didn’t even really lack self control. I was patterned. For a long time, I thought insight would be enough. If I understood why I…

  • This new generation loves to talk about boundaries. A healthy idea, in theory, except I’ve observed so many misconceptions around the topic. Establishing healthy boundaries versus building metaphorical walls. They’re not synonyms. Yes, both create distance. Both protect us. Both change how other people can access us. But boundaries keep us safe while still allowing…

  • If you came to me hurting, I would listen carefully. If you told me you made a mistake, I would tell you with all sincerity that you’re human. I would reassure you that growth is not linear and that it takes time. If you admitted that you didn’t know better at the time, or that…