Envy
Ashley Lande
Envy: it’s the bone-rotter. The joy-corroder. Buzzkill. I feel it pervade as I look at photos of impeccably adorned, whitewashed Pottery Barnesque mantles, slapdash
Envy: it’s the bone-rotter. The joy-corroder. Buzzkill. I feel it pervade as I look at photos of impeccably adorned, whitewashed Pottery Barnesque mantles, slapdash
The grass is greener on the other side, especially behind an Instagram filter. When I worked at my oh-so-important job in DC, I used
This was my first year as a mom of a full-time student. My littlest is still home with me in the mornings, but my
I woke up this morning to dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, bills on the counter waiting to be paid and puppy poop on
Babies bring joy and happiness to families, but they also bring changes and challenges. Children aren’t born knowing the difference between night and day,
Years ago, I had a dreamlike idea of what motherhood would look like. It looked like the time I babysat a 3-year-old boy at
The world tells us that what matters most is the grand, the visible, the powerful. But Jesus speaks of children, mustard seeds and yeast
I bet some days you wake feeling bored, lonely or unsatisfied with motherhood. Perhaps there are even weeks and months where everything looks grey.
Here I am once again, dancing around the kitchen, squeezing my insides with everything I’ve got. I’m up on my tippy toes then bending
You do not have to worry, child. Not about the spelling quiz, the untied shoes, the next soccer game, the day you are late