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Blood Diamonds

Not long ago, we went to a birthday party at Cici’s Pizza. Immediately, the flashing arcade lights beckoned all the children, and off they all ran together, carrying baggies of coins and little prizes. “Do you have any money, Mommy?” my daughters asked, almost in unison. I cringed at the hope in their voice. “I […]

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How Many Times Do You Put Your Fingers In Your Mouth Every Day?

“I have water on my finger,” my three-year-old says from the backseat. I cock a brow and glance in the rearview mirror. Water? “How do you have water on your finger?” I ask. “From my water cup,” she answers, like it’s obvious. But before we got in the van, I stuffed the water cups into […]

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Desperate Times Call for Desperate Messages

Desperation happens at least twice a week, maybe more. I mean, I love my sweet girls, but counting to 15 a billion times or rehashing the ABCs repeatedly can get a bit…well, suffocating. Monotonous at best. It’s wonderful, no doubt. And I love getting to be the one who’s there with them doing these things. Being present in […]

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My Mini-Me

It’s been exactly one year since I first saw my face on someone else. Witnessed the curve of my smile on another person’s lips. From the beginning, I could easily spot her and claim her as my own. And throughout the 365 days that have passed, the similarities have only grown stronger. The girl with […]

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The Cure for Stress

What to do when you’re overcome with the stresses of life.

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Treat People For What They’re Worth

My two-year-old tends to look a lot like me sometimes—not necessarily with her blue eyes or blond locks that curl around her shoulders. Her resemblance doesn’t reside in the curve of her nose or the shape of her face. Even her smile is her father’s. No, in pictures, you might not think we look exactly […]

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When You Don’t Feel Close to God

“Where the heck are You, God?” My words sound strangled in my own head, imprisoned by my thick skull. The question has banged around and burned inside my mind for weeks. Months, even. And with time comes added bitterness. Even to me, my pleas sound serpent-like as I hiss and spit my frustrations at Him. […]

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Discpline is Love

As the mother of a toddler, conversations seem to arise in the strangest places. Like in the refrigerator. Yes, you read that right—in the refrigerator. When the words spout from my motherly blowhole, I immediately realize I never thought I’d say them. Yet, they slide down my tongue and through my lips like they’ve been […]

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Climbing Your Very Own Mount Everest

My 18-month-old daughter has already learned how to climb mountains. To me, they look more like wooden chairs packed loosely around the kitchen table. But to her, they look like mountains. She’ll hoist herself up, grunting and panting the whole way, until she finally pulls her entire body onto the seat. Then she’ll twist and […]

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In the Midst of the Mess

I have a confession to make: The past few months of my life have been one long string of crazy.  It’s been like God swallowed my life, then coughed it back up in a tangled, icky mess. Since I began writing The Chosen Son on July 1 (which is craziness in and of itself, might I […]

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