We were halfway through winter when the walls started closing in like we were stuck in a bad dream. After months of temperatures so
We met in church nursery – or at least that’s where we reconnected after a nearly two-decade hiatus. Eliza* and I had known each
There is a voice that inhabits every mother’s head. It is a voice of shame and doubt, and it points a finger inward, berating
This is the second in a series of posts about journeying through a husband’s addiction to porn. “I think my husband is watching
At some point when I wasn’t paying attention, Play-Doh enlisted The Joker and James Bond to train my children how to play with it.
I am a body in motion. Tonight, while cleaning up after dinner, I scolded my 2-year-old for pushing the kitchen chairs around. She lined
“Can I cry?” The deluge of tears and snot began, of course, before this terse sentence had even left my lips. I was mired