I tend to be a perfectionist. That’s right, I said it. I like things a certain way and while I’ve…

I am wearied with mommy competition. It seems like all around me women are trying to justify the way they…

So I mentioned last week that I had officially hit 300 posts and then I promptly forgot about it. When…

There is no such thing as ordinary. Ordinary is one of those words we use to describe things which seem…

I will begin today by saying that I am so grateful that it is Five Minute Friday not Fifteen Minute…

Another morning run, pushing myself mile after mile. Wanting to give up, wondering why I try at all. I beg…

My mother’s favorite color is red. Since my earliest memories if I imagine her, that’s almost always what she is…

I’ve begun getting up at 6 AM to worship. Now I don’t mean that the praise music comes on and…

Tiny hands that have surprising strength. Little feet with minute toes that can kick and scratch with the best of…

I don’t feel lonely as often as most people. I like being alone. It gives me time to do what…