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I sat at the edge of my daughters’ bed, patiently waiting for them to choose the songs they wanted me to sing before they drifted off to sleep. Despite my eyes growing heavy, I mustered the energy to sing to…
Sweet and Simple Things of Life
Sweet and Simple Things of Life

I sat at the edge of my daughters’ bed, patiently waiting for them to choose the songs they wanted me to sing before they drifted off to sleep. Despite my eyes growing heavy, I mustered the energy to sing to…

I love that I have a full life. I have my family, my church, my small business, my blog, my friends. I am truly blessed and busy. I love that I have a community to be a part of. But…

“Unfortunately, I don’t believe your article is a good fit for us at the moment…” A short while ago I submitted an article for a possible publication. I felt like I had a really good shot. Days passed, and I…

I love being a mother but there is one aspect of motherhood I dread. Sickness. I am a hopeless phobic when my children get sick. Every little cough or stomach ache makes my heart race. I have this unique ability to conjure…

A poem reflecting on what's of utmost importance in our motherhood journey.

To my daughters, THANK YOU. Thank you coming into my life and turning it upside down. Thank you for teaching me to love in a way I’ve never loved before. You’re both the only people I fell in love with…

Courage is not always fighting a bear It is often just kneeling down in prayer. Courage is not having the strength to move on It is moving on, when your strength is long gone. Courage is not a sudden act…

The world does its best to get Christ out of Christmas. ‘Happy Holidays’ has replaced ‘Happy Christmas’. The spotlight is on Santa, not on Jesus Christ. We hear more about Black Friday sales and Cyber Monday discounts, than about the…

(If you are struggling with severe anxiety, that is affecting how you live your life, please seek help. In my post today I am only addressing the general worries of life that are faced by everyone.) I am a worrier.…

To my firstborn on her 7th birthday… Dear Sophia, I remember the day I found out I was having youI pinched myself to make sure it was trueThe excitement and joy grew month by monthBut the morning sickness wasn’t much…