Weekly Round Up
So thankful for my friend Marie, her support, her work and mostly her friendship.
The Struggle Bus of I Quit
We all have this shame and scarcity in our lives, the world we live in alone makes you feel like a prisoner to it. I don't get dibs on it as a small published author painstakingly building her platform with
Do You Think She’s Brave?
I am not sure I have ever been so scared for a piece to be published
Penned Musing: Stretch to the Warmth
Gracie is plastered against my leg, our usual morning position on the bright orange couch in the sun soaked living room My steaming coffee beside me alongside my stack of morning books and journals.
Perhaps, He Walked It First
Five years ago this time we were in our first, and what we thought would be our only, two week wait. I only did the math because Facebook reminded me via the On This Day reminder the other day, as five years
They See Us
When we are fighting, what at times feels like a losing battle, to have babies we often find being around children too difficult. We find it so difficult that many of us cut them completely out of our lives.
And the Soul Felt Its Worth
My worth is not in children by my side, in being called mom or being seen as someone who matters by society. My worth is in Him and what better time of year than now to remember that.
A Bare Tree and an Aching Heart
The glasswing ,well and the monarch, are my mascots. Spirit animals? Whatever, their existence helps me to survive my own.
A Community of Never Enough Mothers?
Women who are all mothers, not in your traditional sense of the word of 2.5 children in the family picture, but mothers still.
