6 years ago, I made a wedding vow to raise a family and bring my children up in the church. 4 years ago, I ordered a personalized baby onesie to use one day to tell my husband we were pregnant. 3 years ago, I bought a dress to save and wear as a maternity one.… Continue reading 2018 Infertility Awareness Week: When Hope Hurts
If you think evil is alive and well in today’s world, we can all stop pointing fingers. It’s not because people are gay. It’s not because trans-gendered people want to use a bathroom they’re comfortable in. It’s not because someone threw a rock at a window during a riot. And it’s not because someone choose… Continue reading #TakeaKnee
My husband’s biggest act of love wasn’t when he proposed to me in the classroom that we met in. It wasn’t when he read his vows or said “I Do” on our wedding day either. His biggest acts of love are the little things that only I notice. They’re on weekday mornings when he wakes… Continue reading Big Love in Little Pieces
The journey continues. It’s very likely I should have had a blog post between my Day 7 and now Day 40, but time flies when you’re having fun, right? 😉 I actually planned to write a Day 21 post because of the saying, “It takes 21 days to make a habit.” I was hoping to… Continue reading Day 40 [BBG Week 2]
Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere. Like last night. We’ve started to turn the TV off at night when we are in bed to promote a better, more restful sleep. But for me, sometimes noise is better. It distracts me. My mind is always working, thinking and wondering. Because it’s in these quiet moments that it finds… Continue reading Quiet Kills.
So much about the fitness and health “journey” is trial and error. Fad diets, pills, gluten-free, paleo, Whole30, etc. I thought that I could shed my unwanted weight by diet alone. I cut back to 1,200 calories per day (or less), and by the end of 3 weeks I found that not only had I… Continue reading And None for Gretchen Wieners
I am not gay. I am not black. I am not Muslim. I do not experience the same degree of fear, discrimination or misplaced-anger that others do. I won’t even pretend that it’s close. But, I can empathize. I have felt a small fraction of that. I am the [proud] product of a [beautiful] interracial… Continue reading When Blood is Not Thicker