When I was in middle school, I subscribed to magazines like Seventeen and the unfortunately-named Sassy, which were full of readers’ most embarrassing moments. God must think that I desperately need a good laugh during this period of extreme sleep deprivation, because I’ve had a week that could fill an entire column of cringe-worthy anecdotes.
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I am a proud feminist. I relished the opportunity to spend two years earning a graduate degree at an east coast women’s college, and I spent several years of my life coaching and teaching young women. I am frustrated by the inequities women still face in 2010, and I am angered by the number of . . . → Read More: Was Justice Really Served?
At the risk of sounding like Master of the Obvious, I’m going to go ahead and say that writing a book is hard. I suppose I knew this going in—in fact, that’s precisely why I wanted to do it. That and the fact that I have this story that’s just dying to be translated from . . . → Read More: Writing a Book is Hard
In her eighteen months, my daughter has faced a few health challenges, but—thank God—nothing serious. She has food allergies, eczema, and a topical sensitivity to coconut-derived ingredients. So, we have to watch what she eats and what products are put on her hair and skin. When she was about five months old, she was also diagnosed with . . . → Read More: Finding Perspective
Last weekend, ten men roofed our house. Ten men who weren’t paid a dime. Some helped for a couple of hours, and some helped for two days straight. What a way to spend a weekend, huh? Now, the majority of these men are related to either Josh or me, and the rest have been friends with Josh . . . → Read More: Raising the Barn
Josh and I recently went out to dinner to celebrate our second wedding anniversary. I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve been out since our daughter was born, so it was a real treat. Because I’d been feeling like we’d been in our own little worlds for a couple of weeks, . . . → Read More: Relationship Homework
Back in the mid-80s, my mom took me and my brothers to a farm to buy the makings of dill pickles. It was five miles and a whole world away. Mom was probably in her early thirties at the time—roughly the age that I am now—and she already had four grubby young children. Somehow, it seemed like a good idea to take said . . . → Read More: My Parenting Pickle
Welcome, loyal readers of Divorced Before 30! I named this blog emmasota because, well, my name is Emma and I live in Minnesota. Original, right?
So, where did we leave off? On July 3, 2008, I found out that I was pregnant. Josh was unemployed and wouldn’t you know, that’s when my reproductive system decided to get . . . → Read More: Welcome to Emma Wilhelm dot com!