I am Javert. I see everything black and white. Justice, all must be fair. Yet, I am Eponine. Dirty and…
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the perfect life
“Mom, when I grow up, I’m going to have the perfect life.” So said my almost-six-year-old yesterday afternoon. She went…
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Worship
Sunday morning worship time isn’t always very conducive to worship when you’re a mom. I breathe a big sigh of…
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beyond Sunday morning
Sometimes I stare in the mirror on Sunday mornings and wonder why I bother. Why put on the makeup, why…
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friends and infertility
I suck it in as I glare at the mirror and do my best to dress to hide my extra…
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Jump
It feels like we’re jumping into the busy season with both feet. All except for Mom–she’s not doing anything with…
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Les Miserables
When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When…
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counterfeit rest
I eat chocolate chips when I have a cold. I know sugar is the last thing I need when I…
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Beloved
It’s what I feel when he reaches behind the driver’s seat to hold my hand, sitting there behind him. It’s…
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afraid
I have spent so much of my life being afraid of what people will think of me. I should have…
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Again
Someone spilled their juice at breakfast. Again. And it’s no use crying over spilt milk or juice, but it’s the…
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cherished
Christmas was the first trip we’ve taken with him that we didn’t pack the Boba or the Ergo or the…
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