“[…] as I reflect on the depth of each poem and essay knowing I’m not alone. I also know that what I am releasing isn’t a testament to my arrival. I haven’t arrived but I have discovered that the journey is full of lessons and I can only trust Him with the process because we are just passing through this place.
Crawling into the embrace of the Spirit and discovering you never left but grew taller, branches stronger, roots deeper…”
Read MoreI understand how quickly we can lose ourselves in motherhood and forget about our partners. I understand how partners feel like they've lost their person and begin to feel out of place or unwanted.
Baby classes don't prepare you for that…
Read More“Sometimes I fail and miss the mark and often times I’m afraid to let them see those pieces of me. Or embarrassed. Perhaps it’s complicated. Yet, those pieces of me are the parts I have to sit with when I’m alone. They are the questions I have to give answers to when my therapist tells me even Superman had to be Clark Kent at times. As I search within the walls of my heart and ideologies surrounding this need to protect the real parts of me from the innocent eyes and admiration of my boys, I worry, I guess, that they will see my flaws and instead of celebrating me as human they will be forced to realize that even I’m not perfect…”
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