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Moms Just Need To Fall Apart And Let It All Drop Sometimes Sometimes, all a mama really needs 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. And sometimes, all she needs from you is to step back and let her shatter. Because a mother’s job is to keep it together. Herself and everything else, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. And almost all…
Sometimes I look back on my childhood. I see my mama smiling, and I hear the melodious call of my name when it’s time to let the lightning bugs fly away free. I remember sleeping over at my grandparents’ house — knitted afghan blankets and hot apple cider, two gentle people who held me close,…
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” It’s the catchphrase of “Love Story,” the iconic 1970 film that catapulted Ryan O’Neal to true heartthrob status. I fell for O’Neal and this somber romance as a pre-teen (in the 1990s, thank you very much), and the movie stuck with me. But I really hate that…
When you’re planning to get married, they tell you it’s gonna be hard. Marriage is a lot of work, they say. It demands relentless effort. Nurturing. Forgiveness. Compromise. Communication. And all of that is true. But there’s one thing no one tells you before you say your vows. Truth be told, I think the sweet…
You know what my husband is doing? He’s chopping down trees to clear the yard. Or hanging drywall in the basement. He’s sweeping the garage, which, honestly, I find almost ridiculous — a waste of time. He’s painting the armoire I insisted had to be transformed into a coffee bar. And I bet he finds…
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” It’s the catchphrase of “Love Story,” the iconic 1970 film that catapulted Ryan O’Neal to true heartthrob status. I fell for O’Neal and this somber romance as a pre-teen (in the 1990s, thank you very much), and the movie stuck with me. The theme song haunts me…
For most of us, these are unprecedented times. This is something we never could have imagined. And of all the familiar words that come to mind right now — the scriptures, the comforts of family and friends, the well-known adages that we tend to repeat in times of pain and crisis — one line, like…
Oh, what I would have given to have a valentine. I’d have given anything for flowers, or teddy bears, or romance, or just to have someone (maybe anyone) by my side. All those years ago, when I was single and drowning in loneliness and self-doubt, I tried to ignore February altogether, because I didn’t have…
We tend to expect a happy ending. That’s the way we’re programmed. That’s the way it works in the movies. The happy ending helps us negate the pain we went through to get it. It resolves the anxiety (for the moment) and leaves us with enough warm fuzzies to get us through until the next…
My husband is an imperfect man. He’s often distracted. Sometimes he can’t (won’t?) hear or focus. He likes to cut trees, sit in duck blinds, and build things, so he wears that extra spicy man smell. All of the time. His eyes twinkle when mine are angry. And I’m never really sure he gets me,…