Finding My Lane

I once had someone tell me that the best thing I had to offer this world was a pretty face. And for most of my days since, I’ve believed that lie. You said I’d never be a leader You said I’d never wear a crown If I wanted to be someone I should learn to…

Resisting Resistance

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been struggling a bit with the feeling that I am not walking in my purpose.  I know that seems like I’m painting my uncertainty with a broad brush, but it’s the best way I can explain it.  I am surrounded by people who are clearly walking according to…

Naming My Shame

Nightmares are the worst.  At 39, I still have some that have the capacity to make me sweat.  On the rare occasion that it happens to one of the littles, they almost always climb into our bed for comfort.  The first thing I tell them to do is explain the dream with their words.  Tell…

Fundraising for Life

I can remember the exact moment I found out that I was pregnant with my first child.  I sat in the living room of a co-worker and stared at the stick in astonishment, trying to mask my terror at what lay ahead.  I was too ashamed to walk the green mile to the drug store…