Blessings & Burdens Tied Up In Bows
I had a grand mal seizure while 32 weeks pregnant.
Natural Mama Pregnancy Must Haves
If you are a newly expecting mama, my heart is with you. While I pray you are fortunate enough to feel at peace in all…
Mini Miracles.
Driving back home from Sarasota last week, I marveled aloud to Luke at my continued shock that I’m not in as much pain as we…
Wonderful Things Come to Those Who Wait & Weep
With Valentine's day sending hearts aflutter on social media feeds worldwide, my husband Luke and I got sent into a similar flutter. Yes, he surprised…
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in honor of Milo & Mila: a letter to the Momma who just miscarried.
This post is about my twin miscarriage. This is a taboo, yet very common, life event. Now that I have walked through it myself, I…
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Will you stay in the water?
When — not if but when — the hurtful, doubtful comments start surfacing to the waves around you, what will you do?
chronically Sick (of being misjudged & misunderstood).
To the family members & friends of a recently diagnosed chronically ill loved one...one in the thick of surgeries & diagnoses...let's chat. I know you…
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I used to be a horrible friend
(and what I did to shake it off and grow through it!)
I have two critics.
I have two critics. Well...two that actually sting. I am positive there are more. In fact, I could list a few more off the top…
my heart sunk sharing this.
I knew that as we shared this news, someone else was receiving a no, a not yet, a not the right fit, and a we need further scans.
when the Pain sneaks out.
I got my blood drawn last week. It's the proudest I have been of myself in a long time. No drugs and no one but…
scar(r)ed.
When I first started dating my husband Luke, I covered my mouth anytime joy tried to sneak out of the corners of my mouth. This…
The Naive Hope & The Knowing Hope
I sat in my son’s nursery during a 3 a.m. feed—my tired eyes scanning the room, desperate to stay awake. I had the closet light…