My lengthy holiday vacation did not go according to plan. There really wasn’t much of a plan in the first place—simply to enjoy time with my family, to watch lots of movies, and intentionally NOT to set any lofty goals for myself (which of course I’m prone to overdoing). Still, it’s safe to say that . . . → Read More: Rough Patch
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Along with several family members, Josh and I took the kids to see a holiday children’s play on Friday night. Linnea sat between me and Josh, perched atop a booster seat in a red Santa-inspired velvet dress that her great-grandmother had bought for her. As the production started, I stole a glance at her sweet . . . → Read More: Weekend Moments with a Preschooler Sometime in my teen years, I found an apt way to describe the emotional tailspins in which I would often find myself—”feeling impossible.” And my parents agreed. In fact, they embraced the term wholeheartedly, and to this day, they will suggest that perhaps I’m simply feeling impossible. Not sure whether you’ve ever experienced what I’m . . . → Read More: Feeling Impossible |
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