Spice Up Your Date Night

Maybe you're like us, stuck in a routine that leaves no room for spontaneity. You want to spice things up, but you need help getting started. Fear not, my friend! We're all in this together. Here are some ways to change things up without breaking the bank!

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Real Women

From childhood, we're bombarded with messages of what it means to be a real woman. We're told to be nice, to look pretty, to defer authority, to shuck power, and on and on. It's no wonder so many of us feel like frauds. 

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Circles of Community

We can live real, honest lives before the world while still having healthy boundaries. There is wisdom in reserving your time for certain people. James 4 says our lives are a vapor, so I don't want to waste it on toxic people.

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I'm Not a Bad Mom

Every pregnancy is different, and so is every kid. But I entered motherhood with the understanding that all mothers experience similar instincts about their offspring. You can imagine how jarring it was to realize I’m not like many of the other mamas I know.  Maybe you felt like me, an imposter standing in a room full of professionals. If so, I hope you’ll find comfort in my confessions…

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Peacekeeper or Peacemaker?

When you grow up in a vitriolic home, peace becomes an obsession. It didn’t take long for me to learn that the quickest path to peace came through silence, so that’s the posture I most often assumed. I thought peace meant the absence of conflict, but if that was true then why did I still feel so anxious?

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Finding Love Postpartum

There’s nothing overtly sexy about this season of marriage. With spit-up covering your clothes, dishes piled high, and dark circles around your eyes, it’s no wonder why fairytales don’t cover this chapter in the love story. There is no plot here, just the daily grind of mundane love. This is where love finds its roots.

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Tell Your Story

I entered the room with reverence, just as I did every week prior. The familiar presence of dusty books and sweet perfume filled my senses as I perched myself in the creaky wooden chair. I held a throw pillow tightly against my tummy, almost as if to brace myself for the next hour of raw conversation. We met in an old office building

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When She Speaks

I feel flutters in my belly that get stronger as the day drags on. It could be the two ice cream sandwiches I inhaled this afternoon, but it’s probably the growing baby girl who is already wanting her place in this world to be known and acknowledged. She’s trying to get my attention

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