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You can Fake It OR You Can Make It

Motherhood is one of those enterprises that, due to its sheer intensity, created a major fork in my well-managed road. I knew, almost immediately, I had two choices: I could fake it. Or I could make it. The only way to survive is to invite someone into the real, beautiful mess of things. read more

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Courage in the Mundane

“Courtney,” I interrupted. “My life is so different from yours right now. Traveling by yourself for five days in Spain? It sounds crazy. I mean wonderful, but like I-can’t-even-wrap-my-head-around-it-crazy. Do you realize that most days I don’t even make it to the bathroom alone? ” read more

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Fear of Being Nobody

I love my mom. I do. But the weird thing is. I don’t really know who it is that I love. What are her dreams? Her wishes? Her nightmares? Her beliefs? What is her favorite food? What does she want to pursue? What is her brave? Who is she? read more

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Jill’s House

This month, we’re highlighting Jill’s House. It is an organization set-up to provide rest for families with children with special needs. It can be overwhelming, and Jill’s house is there to provide that respite. read more

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How to be Vulnerable

“Can I cry?” The deluge of tears and snot began, of course, before this terse sentence had even left my lips. I was mired in a season of life where I felt like nothing but one huge, raw, exposed nerve. read more