Fat. The grim reaper of women's self-esteem has entered my five-year old's vocabulary and I am livid. Not with her, but with our world. With myself. With you. I want to throw a tantrum. A hair pulling, limbs flailing tantrum at the unfairness of society's persistent hypersexualized, dysmorphic, skewed glorification of beauty that NO ONE can … Continue reading F-A-T
It was a normal summer day for us. We ran, we ate, we swam, and we ate some more. Today was a normal summer day, barring one exception, that being the moment when I found myself parenting a stranger's child. My daughter has always been fearless in the water. Up until last summer she would enthusiastically shout, "watch … Continue reading I yelled at a stranger’s kid today
About a month ago, I finished reading Alice Hoffman's The Dovekeepers. I was riveted by this tale of four indomitable women, who were bound together through loss during the Roman siege of Masada. Women, who under different circumstances would have ostracized one another, instead protected one another. For me, the beauty of this historical fiction was in … Continue reading Thank you is not enough, but thank you.
Every morning on the way to school, my little love and I say our "good morning" prayer. As we drive, I say a little prayer for a day filled with safety, love, and gratitude. Then my sweet girl says her prayer. This morning she remained quiet after I finished, so I turned up the radio … Continue reading Good Morning Prayers
We've been running together since she was 6 months old. That's four years and more miles than I can count. It hit me last night, as I stared at the back of that beautiful baby blonde head, that our jogging stroller days will soon be over. Words cannot express how deeply I have cherished running the trails … Continue reading
Love is in the air at our house. My four-and-a-half-year old has declared her love for her little preschool friend, who has apparently already proposed marriage. They are getting married so that they can go on a date, as "that's why you get married mommy." Of course it is. This budding, yet fast tracked relationship has … Continue reading Love is in the Air
I love my job. I love my students. I'm blessed that when I leave home every morning, kiss my daughter good-bye, and head to "work," that I feel fulfilled, that there is a God-driven purpose to my day. That's not to say that every day is easy. On the contrary, there are many tough days. … Continue reading Forgotten Prayers