This past weekend I celebrated another birthday. It was a milestone birthday for me: forty-one. The big 4-1. Blerg. Forty didn’t bother me at all. But here on the other side of 40, closer now to 50 than 30,...
It’s been 530 days since I took my wedding ring off, closed it in the nightstand drawer, and cried myself to sleep. That white gold band with a solitaire marquis cut diamond sat on my finger for 13 years,...
When my husband left, my friends and family surrounded me with a level of love and support that still brings tears to my eyes. I woke up to supportive texts almost every morning. I came home more than once...
You are reeling; your future just shattered right before your eyes. It’s OK to cry. Cry hard. Sob on the kitchen floor until no sound comes out. Cry when you wake up alone in the middle of the night....
I was living a textbook life. I was raised in a conservative church, met my husband in the youth group and married him at 19. I finished my education degree and spent several years surviving the world of teaching...
I can do a pull up. A full, real deal, no-cheats pull up. It took me 32 years, one Amazon Prime pull up bar order, and a final decision to train for American Ninja Warrior (ANW). But I finally...
I was a stay-at-home mom for seven years (not counting the 14 months in the middle I was away from home to deploy overseas), and I loved every minute of it. I’m an introvert by nature and I was...