Love Means Showing Up
These are the weeks when parents drop off their kids at college and emotions are high. A friend of mine once walked her college freshman up to the security line at the airport to say goodbye. My friend was crying so much and making such a scene that a TSA agent asked if she needed
I couldn’t tell from the stands what exactly was happening on the Clarke Central soccer field. The referee had stopped the clock and our team was walking back to the bench; it looked like a player on the visiting team was lying on the field. Usually though, injured players are given some space. This girl’s
I knew it was an odd response to the election results, but it felt right. On the day after the election, I walked up to my neighbors’ houses, most of whom I don’t know, and left flowers on their doorsteps. I felt such despair when I woke up Wednesday morning, but I was determined to
I have a tendency to want to undo big decisions that have already been made. I’m like a general who calls for their troops to retreat; but in my case, it’s before the battle has even begun. “Well, we tried. Let’s pack it up.” When my oldest child Caroline moved from elementary school to our
I’ve been intentional lately about making myself tell real, live people that I’m writing a book about parenting. Last month, a random mom at a yoga event asked me what my job was and I told her about my book and said that it was about how being a mom is basically impossible and that
It felt like a gut punch. I’d been talking to a non-denominational Christian publishing company that seemed excited about publishing the book I’m writing about parenting. In a Zoom meeting, I broached the subject of LGBTQ+ children and their parents. I wanted this group to know that I was affirming and that I write about
I don’t know what else to do. As a mom who wants stricter gun laws, what action steps am I missing? I’ve written about gun violence, voted, called my representatives, donated to gun control candidates and “Everytown for Gun Safety.” I’ve joined Moms Demand Action. I’ve prayed for all of our students, administrators and teachers.
I was standing at the pharmacy counter, with a very helpful employee, who was doing her best to explain why my anti-depressant was now going to cost thousands of dollars. As she went through the insurance information and faxed my doctor, my body decided it would be a good time to have a full-on hot
I’m about five months into taking horseback riding lessons and while it’s much harder than I expected, I love it so much. Here are a few things that I’ve learned that are helping me in real life… 1. “Eyes up!” My instructor has to constantly remind me to stop looking down at the horse. Apparently,
Voting inspires me. I worked last week as a poll observer at a precinct in Gwinnett County and I was reminded why elections are so important to me. I saw parents who brought their kids straight from daycare; I saw a young woman who brought both grandmas to vote; I saw a young mom with