What Matters More Than Comfort

Maybe you don't know this about me, but I hate pain. Seriously. Ask my husband. He hears about every stubbed toe, every cramp. I pop Advil at the first sign of a headache. I have the tiniest pain tolerance. Really tiny. I heard about labor and delivery from a few friends, and everyone I knew … Continue reading What Matters More Than Comfort

Your Lent Is My Advent

When Bourbon Street woke up Wednesday morning, awash in color and liquor, it was Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. The day we were supposed to begin our preparations for Easter. Everyone had something to say about Lent, about what we should give up, trade in, or add to our routines. But this year, … Continue reading Your Lent Is My Advent

Why “Working Mother” Is A Redundant Term, Part 2

Hello there, and welcome. This is the second part of my conversation on the incredibly redundant term, "working mother". If you are just joining the read, it might help you to catch up by reading yesterday's post here, where I left off talking about my journey out of self-righteous feminism. When one of my best … Continue reading Why “Working Mother” Is A Redundant Term, Part 2

Why “Working Mother” Is A Redundant Term, Part 1

This needs to be said. And I need to be the one to say it. I was really proud of my "working motherhood" status for a while. It meant I got the best of both worlds, to live the feminist calling. Or so I thought. So I did it all. I birthed a child, parented … Continue reading Why “Working Mother” Is A Redundant Term, Part 1

A Little, Tiny Announcement

Today is one of those days where I know God is extravagantly kind because my life is proof. Today is my birthday - I turn 32. And today, I am 12 weeks pregnant with our second, long-awaited child. The details of how almost impossible this particular pregnancy seemed to me are a little too graphic, … Continue reading A Little, Tiny Announcement