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Here’s a weird fact about me: I love white water rafting. I do not love lazy rivers. It makes no sense. White water rafting is expensive, requires life jackets, helmets, paddles, and usually scheduling with a company or a guide. …
My husband and I have three daughters: the oldest is almost five, the next is almost two, and our bonus baby is almost born. He is a certified Girl Dad, and even has the shirt to prove it. I grew …
My body has been both my friend, my enemy, and somewhere in between. My mind and body are usually at some sort of tense stalemate, like roommates bound by a lease agreement but not much else. I’m proud of and …
Today was one of those days. Three of the four of us cried. And the only reason the fourth didn’t cry is because, well, it was Justin. Also he was working. It seemed that every little thing caused an argument …
This blog has been unusually quiet these last few months–particularly after I declared regular blog writing as an intention for 2021. I told myself that this was my year of celebration, my year of defiant joy and celebration. We’ve survived …
This is my year of celebration. I type this even as I jog up and down the stairs to repeatedly put the big kid back in her room for naptime and soothe the teething baby. This is my year of …
Here’s a weird fact about me: I love white water rafting. I do not love lazy rivers. It makes no sense. White water rafting is expensive, requires life jackets, helmets, paddles, and usually scheduling with a company or a guide. …
My husband and I have three daughters: the oldest is almost five, the next is almost two, and our bonus baby is almost born. He is a certified Girl Dad, and even has the shirt to prove it. I grew …
My body has been both my friend, my enemy, and somewhere in between. My mind and body are usually at some sort of tense stalemate, like roommates bound by a lease agreement but not much else. I’m proud of and …
Today was one of those days. Three of the four of us cried. And the only reason the fourth didn’t cry is because, well, it was Justin. Also he was working. It seemed that every little thing caused an argument …
This blog has been unusually quiet these last few months–particularly after I declared regular blog writing as an intention for 2021. I told myself that this was my year of celebration, my year of defiant joy and celebration. We’ve survived …
This is my year of celebration. I type this even as I jog up and down the stairs to repeatedly put the big kid back in her room for naptime and soothe the teething baby. This is my year of …
Hi, I’m Amy! I’m a writer, reader, and reluctant stay-at-home mom (the home part, not the mom part). I’ve been a professor, a pastor, and now a homeschool preschool teacher. I write about the intersection of real life and theology, the ups and downs of parenthood, and a few other things too. Please expect all metaphors to be stretched too thin and sentences to be far too long.
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