My Pregnancies Suck; My Kids Are Worth It

Luissa Zissman was shamed back in July for a post she shared on Instagram about how difficult and unenjoyable her pregnancy has been. Some very hurt, grieving, and understandably envious people told her how she should feel and tried to guilt her for expressing her honest thoughts. I immediately took issue with the criticism. I…

Having a baby girl; raising a woman. I am terrified.

My husband and I have two boys who are growing up to respect girls and women and who understand that girls are not weaker or worth less than anyone. I’m quite certain our parenting skills are not perfect, but I feel like we’ve got this area down with the boys. This is just how it…

Death is the Key to Living

We’re taking our 9-year-old to the funeral of a teammate’s father in a few days. In struggling with how to tell our son and worrying about how he’d handle the realization that his peer has lost a parent, it dawned on me that as I approach 40, I have attended countless funerals over the years…

I Was Blind But Now I See!

“Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It’s the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else’s pain is as meaningful as your own.” Barbara Kingsolver It appears I’m allergic to something so my torso and arms have been itching like crazy lately. After a very full…

The Day the Lid Was Blown Off

Facebook  conversation: Me: “When your gut, instinct, intuition (whatever you call it) whispers inside you, FOLLOW IT. That’s the voice of God.” Friend: “Is it? Or is it yourself having confidence in your ability? Does the feeling have an audible voice? Does the feeling have a sense of touch?” Me: “I am CERTAIN it’s the voice…

The Party Bus & The Pee

My husband’s department from work rented a “limo bus” (a.k.a., a party bus) for an evening last weekend to look at Christmas lights. My sister-in-law also works there so she and her husband joined in the fun. As we waited for everyone to load the bus, I noticed my brother-in-law step out of the restroom…

The Journey Continues, Even in Silence

Note: This was written at 2AM, December 11th. I had been playing the piano (with headphones) in only the light of the Christmas tree when the urge to write was so strong, I forced myself to just start typing. It’s a nothing piece but everything at the same time.  I can generally categorize any writer’s…

To Hell and Back, Part 1

Originally posted on Nelbell:
As promised, I’ve finally gathered the energy to recap the trip to Colorado that nearly did my family in and explain how it relates to me seeing Adele this summer (part 3). As I write this, my children are safe in their beds sleeping peacefully as if it never happened. The younger one…

The Women

I was reading a book, minding my own business last week while my son was at pitching lessons. A crowd of women slowly grew near me. They were the mothers of the young softball players who were also there for lessons. I continued to read when the volume reached the point where although I wasn’t…

Carrying the Load

An interesting realization has been occurring in my life over the last few months. Truly, much to my surprise, I’ve discovered I’m not superhuman after all. I know that sounds terribly arrogant. I’ve unearthed the great truth that I can’t feel fantastic and think clearly and interact with high energy all the frickin’ time, ya’ll! I need to lean on others….

America, Respectfully

There was a high school soccer game on an adjacent field to my son’s baseball practice last night. Sitting on the bleachers with my back to the soccer field, I was reading on my phone when suddenly, I heard the national anthem. I put my phone down, walked to face the field and placed my…