When Mother’s Day is Painful
If you’re one of the sisterhood, if Mother’s Day brings mixed feelings, I wrote this for you.
If you’re one of the sisterhood, if Mother’s Day brings mixed feelings, I wrote this for you.
Are you ready to ditch your mask? Why do we wear our masks in the first place? Maybe it’s time to consider our mask-wearing priorities.
I’m blaming my weight gain on the Nailed It! show. What gets the blame for your habits? Let’s talk about buttercream, chocolate, and Jesus.
I flopped onto the porch swing.
“Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference is moving ahead at half capacity and will also offer a virtual conference option.”
Toddler angst and teen ennui grappled for control of my tear ducts. Adult rationale cowered somewhere in the background.
Hubby side-eyed me.
“Shouldn’t you be smiling? A virtual option is good news, right?”
“Yes, but—”
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