“I was just living in a screen, wishing that people would value me, that people would hear me, that people would just know me.” Listen closely to the confession of
Photo by khalilmsaadiq. I’m a white, middle-class American, married with two kids, an education, a nice car, a fulfilling job, and a supportive faith community around me. By all counts,
For three pregnancies in a row I’ve dealt with some serious heart-stuff in relation to being a mom. Each time I’ve immediately written about it and let it “all hang
Race and ethnicity has been woven extensively through conversation among some of my circles lately – issues that I care deeply about and yet most often feel inadequate to
As an adult I’ve never lived in one place longer than four years until now. I never set out to move around but all throughout my twenties my work took
As a woman who spent my entire twenties as a single person, today’s topic is one I’m very familiar with. The question of singleness and the tendency for women, in
Today’s post is a little bit heart-breaking. It’s written by a friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous. She and her husband have struggled with infertility for too long.
Like neglected houseplants we drooped under the oppressive heat and humidity of a mid-July St. Louis afternoon. I was twenty-one and on my first cross-country business trip with my boss.
Grief is complicated and clumsy According to Dr. Erica Berman, “Research consistently finds that women who have experienced a miscarriage feel that the responses of friends and family minimize the
Several years ago I worked closely with a young woman who struggled with her weight and body image. You’d never know it by looking at her. Sarah* had stunning facial
Before I was married, I had the perfect marriage. (Sort of like before I had children, I was the perfect parent.) I had read the books, studied other couples and