Category parenting

Womanhood: Choice, Chance, or Calling?

I’m a woman, obviously–or maybe not obviously, but I am. The question, “what is a woman?” has always mattered to me, yet never so much as it does right now. Now I have a daughter, an unborn female growing within me, dependent on me for life, and soon, greatly influenced by my worldview. The definition […]

The Gift of Humiliation

It’s been a month since my last post. The delay is partly due to other writing projects, but mostly it is because I’m nine-weeks pregnant, and all my energy has gone to housing a bean-sized person who is growing at a rapid and miraculous pace. This is my third pregnancy, and just as with the […]

Thank You for the Trees

Praying has always seemed strange to me. It’s this elusive, inexplicable thing that I know is necessary, and I feel it doing something when I do it, but I don’t understand why. There are plenty of reasons to do it, and often it’s instinctual anyway; whether it’s a whispered conversation in the dark, or a plea that […]

Undying

We have a shelf in our house designated for cobwebs. It’s a small windowsill in our kitchen where the afternoon sun shines through, turning the myriad of thin strings into a glittery display. It wasn’t me who first noticed their value, I had planned on dusting them away, but my hand was stopped by my […]

Be Perfect?

There are days when I transform into a yelling mom. As my impatience and frustration grows I increase in decibels, often hypocritically so, as I am telling my sons to speak kindly to one another. My husband is patient in reminding me to take a step back, and speak calmly with a gentle tone. I […]