Lukewarm Coffee and Dirty Dishes

Lukewarm Coffee and Dirty Dishes

Lukewarm coffee, dirty dishes in the sink, toys littering the ground, a floor that needs swept, these are days collecting in my heart that I don’t despise. I laugh at their consistency but I certainly do not wish them away. At home, yet again, with a sick kid in...
Say My Name

Say My Name

My sweet little baby said my name! Now I gather that this may just be him stringing random sounds together and he may have no idea their bearing but HE SAID MY NAME. Mama. Forever and always I will be.
Mother’s Day Reflections

Mother’s Day Reflections

Mother’s Day forces mothers everywhere to check their gut on how they parent and their journey to motherhood. I am no different. I woke up on Sunday morning reflecting on what makes me a mama to my boys. In August of 2011, we had no idea the adventure that...
Losing What Makes Me A Woman

Losing What Makes Me A Woman

I have a friend named Barbara. She is a co-worker who embodies spunk, grace, and peace. She is a wise owl who sits among us, reminding us why we are here and who we are becoming. She encourages all the young guns to take risks and be brave, even when we are fearful....