Best of, Marriage

A Love Letter to My Husband

Early in the morning, rolling in bed, fluffing the covers, your soapy husband scent tickles my nose and wakes me. I inhale the familiarity and think to myself, “home.” Comfort. My home is where my heart is and you hold my heart. You’ve held my heart since I was a teenage girl.   Sure we’ve had our movie romance moments with flower-filled gestures, candle-lit nights and poetic star...
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Best of, Grief

That Time I Started Crying in Chik-Fil-A

What a busy day. First the bank. Then Wal-Mart, followed by the grocery store. Before I knew it, we were ready for lunch. We ended up at my favorite spot, Chik Fil A. My husband always wonders what's so great about Chik Fil A. Why do people love to go there? Why do I love to go there? I love their spicy chicken sandwich. Bustling and chatting greeted us at the door as we went to stand...
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To those grieving this holiday season
Best of, Grief, Struggling Faith

To Those Grieving This Holiday

This morning I woke at about  3:30 and just couldn't go back to sleep. I didn't wake thinking about food getting cooked, family gathering and laughing. I didn't think about Black Friday shopping or the crazy chaos of the day. I didn't think about anything other than my mother. My heart was so heavy I could hardly contain myself. I realized that I was starting to dread the start of the...
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When husband feels like a roommate
Best of, Marriage

When Your Spouse Starts to Feel Like a Roommate

Exhaling loudly, I let myself fall onto our couch. I scan the room for the monitor to check if Mike is still praying with our toddler upstairs. I glance in the kitchen and see the dishes that have yet piled high again. The dogs are whining, needing to be let outside. I roll my eyes, annoyed that no one thought to let them out before dinner. It’s the end of the day and my patience has...
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Best of, Grief, Struggling Faith

What It’s Like to Grieve Without God

It took about fifteen minutes.

From seeing the sun just barely above the horizon, to it dipping down below the fields, signaling dusk, we buried my mother in fifteen minutes on an unusually cool summer evening in Kansas.

No service. No big memorial. Just her children and some grandchildren in a place special to my mother. Just how she wanted it.

It took about fifteen minutes.

Mom had been...

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Best of, Bubby, Motherhood, Writer Confessions

Words I Can Live Without: Feminine Vulgarity

Twelve years old, I was riding my bike down our neighborhood hill as fast as I could. I remember beating my neighbor friend at the bottom of the hill and enjoying the thrill of winning against him. He was one of the “wild” kids in our little tribe and my girlfriends and I never really went over to his house to play. Unless he asked us to jump on the trampoline. That was pretty awesome. But...
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Best of, Motherhood

I Miss My Life Before I Was a Mom

I love how I live in a part of the world where we get four seasons. I love when I wake up early and step outside and the crisp air washes over my face. The dew on the grass is no longer frozen and the sun grazes the grass's wetness, causing  my eyes to squint in its reflection. It's spring time here. You know that feeling when you can sense the change of seasons? You can see the little clues...
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Best of, Struggling Faith, Writer Confessions

Dear Readers: I Haven’t Been Honest Lately

I woke up at about 1:00 AM with a long night of tossing and turning. The fan droned in the background as my thoughts just wouldn’t stop. I had started to feel it a few weeks back. This feeling of always being unsettled. It was like I couldn’t breathe. I was questioning myself. Worried about what people were thinking. As someone who likes to write and put it out there on the Internet in...
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Best of, Motherhood

Why I Don’t Shop at Gap Anymore

I was a teacher for six years in the same building, same room, teaching the same content to the same grade during that entire time. Yes, being an eighth grade reading teaching is awesome. Middle school teachers are pretty rad (although I feel like elementary teachers are superheroes in disguise and us middle school teachers want to stay kids forever. OK, digression over). Some might say that's...
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Best of, Marriage, Struggling Faith

I Am Not my Husband’s Holy Spirit

I've been wanting to write about this for a while now. I know some friends of mine who would love to change things about their husbands. Don't get me wrong. We love them and there are so many things we wouldn't ever want to change, but I know we can all relate to the things we wish were a little different. And I'm sure there are many husbands out there who would say the same thing about their...
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