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  • The Pirate’s Booty.

    Last week, I locked myself in my bathroom and cried on the floor while my near three-year-old son banged on the door crying for me to “Open the door!” He had been in a tantrum for nearly an hour and a half now – one that started down at the beach in public where I…

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  • Can’t wait, Not yet.

    I once heard it said that we raise our children up to actually send them out. The intention of raising kids is to someday let them go. All that time and effort and investment, all that love and devotion, all that protecting and hosting and raising them up here in our homes, is all just…

    real space.

  • A love letter to 2017.

      Dear 2017, I pray this letter finds you well. Kinda. Sorta. Not really. You see, you have been a big skim-board to the shin. An unpleasant, unexpected, cringe-worthy sting to what was supposed to be a pleasant walk along the ocean. Sure, maybe a lot of it was my own doing. I wasn’t paying…

    real space.

  • Hurts so good.

    Every other Thursday night, I have on my Google calendar an event from 8-10pm.   It’s titled: WRITE … DON’T IGNORE!!! I ignore it.  Every single time.   Clearly, it’s working. So a friend of mine called me out on it.  She asked me to add her to the invite, so that it popped up…

    real space.

  • A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.

    A year ago today, Brooks was twenty-eight days old.  I was twenty-eight days into motherhood.  Twenty-eight days into the biggest change of my life.  Twenty-eight days into a life of unpredictability, heart-wrenching emotion and exuberant joy.   Twenty-eight days.  Brooks was so little.  Everything was so new.  I was so lost. Postpartum depression, sleep deprivation…

    real space.

  • My pursuit of unhappiness.

    It is now June. I haven’t posted on my blog since February. I guess I could come up with millions of excuses, but there’s really only one reason. My blog is titled Faithful Thoughts. But my thoughts have been hardly faithful over the last few months as I struggle with doubt, trust, faith, and even belief in…

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