Anyone Else Tired of Hiding Their Mess?

Anyone Else Tired of Hiding Their Mess?

When we built our house on the edge of town a few years back, we knew that we would eventually have neighbors on our street, and we looked forward to hopefully having another young family in the area. When that sweet young family built and moved in, I wish that I...
For All the Times You Made It…

For All the Times You Made It…

A long line of children filed onto the risers. I followed the blonde haired girl in front of me, and turned as we found our place on the front row. The front row is, of course, reserved for the shortest (and best) singers in my opinion. I made a quick scan of the...
Anyone Else Tired of Hiding Their Mess?

In the Morning… When I Rise

“Mooooooooma!” A wild-haired, sleepy-eyed, nearly 3 year old calls to me from her room. “Mooooma! I’m awake! Come get me!” “Shhhh, baby girl! I’m coming! Bubby is still asleep!” “Momma! I’m awake too!” a groggy second voice echoes down the hallway. “Well, Bubby was...
Anyone Else Tired of Hiding Their Mess?

To the Lonely Mommy

I guess I just didn’t understand how someone could never be alone and yet still feel so… lonely. I remember the day that I quit my job. It was in the back of my heart, but I wasn’t quite sure that that I would go through with it. When my son was born, there was no...
Broken Mirrors

Broken Mirrors

Every morning, (well, the mornings that I actually put on makeup) I use a handheld mirror to look at myself up close. This is usually my last step. I’ve put on the foundation and color and plucked and curled and touched-up, and when I think I’ve gotten...
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