As you know by now, I’m very likely the world’s best mom. Being the trophy parent I am, although I’m wildly busy being an attentive, sensitive, and crafty mother, it’s only right that I give of myself to help you navigate your difficult parenting journey. Consequently, I’m fielding a Q. & A., where mothers anonymously submit problematic parenting scenarios to me for my sage counsel….
The new thing.
Hey, weary traveler. I’m concerned you’re consumed with hurt and pain and fear and disappointment from your past. So consumed that you risk missing the new thing God is doing right before you. But it’s time. It’s time to forget the former things. The bad decision. The pain. The broken relationship. The failure. The disappointment. The why. The sorrow from watching someone you love…
Position yourself.
You’re in the wilderness. A battle is raging. You’re wondering if you can keep fighting. The effort a victory mandates feels untenable. It’s time. It’s time to face the wilderness head on. But not in the way you expect. Because this battle is not yours. And you will not need to fight. You have but one assignment:…
Confessions of a misfit mom.
Tell me I’m not alone in my incessant string of mom fails. Tell me. TELL ME. Like the sterling silver fork we found in my toddler’s onesie when he awoke one morning. This fork spent all night smuggled in the pant leg of my son’s fleece footie pajamas. Or the recent time at the zoo,…
Step out into the Light.
I’m concerned you’re trying to navigate some treacherous waters on your own. You’re working it out inside, quietly struggling. You’re internalizing angst and sorrow during this trial you’re experiencing, clinging to self-preservation. You’re justifying your internalization of this strife as protecting those around you from your pain. You don’t want to be a burden. You’re isolating your pain, but you’ve…
hugs upon hugs.
Happy Valentine’s Day, dear friend. It’s one of my favorite holidays, you know. Despite the multitude of curmudgeons who hate on this very special day, it holds a particularly unique place in my heart. Because who doesn’t love telling others how much you love them? Warm fuzzies all over. Not to mention, this holiday presents many socially acceptable opportunities…
But Jesus.
There’s a lot going on around us these days. Which makes me think there’s a lot going on within us. A lot of hurting and chaos and discord. A lot of gray. A lot of confusion. We’re being pulled in a million directions, in our heads, in our hearts, in our schedules, in our relationships, in our values,…
I want to be the hero, just once.
Do you ever build up a situation in your mind, only to experience a dramatically disappointing result when reality comes to pass? Me too. I want to be the hero, just once. This never goes well for me. Particularly when I attempt to satisfy this insecurity with grocery store treasures. You know what I’m talking about. The item that’s not…
I’m a Christian, and I want to say I’m sorry.
Dear Immigrant, Refugee, Marginalized, Rejected, Stranger, and Those Different From Me: I’m a white, female, 20-something, privileged and sheltered Christian. I loathe politics, and I struggle to fit into any political party. People close to me know politics make me queasy. But seeing your pain and the dissension around us has made me even more queasy. I tried…
Paige Pippin 