You know, one of the biggest takeaways for me from seventeen years of enslavement in my own personal hell is that FREEDOM IS EVERYTHING. Love is freedom, and Jesus is love, and therefore… Jesus is freedom. Many stories in the Bible point toward how the OPPOSITE of Jesus is enslavement, literal and figurative, and every time there was enslavement, God’s goal was to release people from it. There was never…
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It’s a 7 Thing. You Wouldn’t Understand.
Soooo … this Enneagram thing. Heard of it? It’s all new to me, so I’m no expert, but I’ve taken several different tests, and they all strongly suggest I’m a Type 7. There’s about a 48% chance I’m one of the other numbers, but I can’t remember what that other number is (maybe 4?) and that’s not important right now. Don’t ask me what the other numbers mean… …or ask…
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Curses, Attitudes, and School Supplies
Originally posted August 2016 School supply shopping day is one of my favorite days all year long. Except when it isn’t. See, up until now, my girls have been at this sweet age where EVERYTHING IS SWEETNESS AND LIGHT, they love their mama, they’re grateful for whatever school supplies I choose for them with, you know, puppies and kittens, we buy all the cute, fun things then go eat Mexican…
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Twenty Really, Really Dumb Reasons to Get Married
I should go ahead and tell you that I MIGHT come up with more than twenty (or maybe less than twenty) reasons. I wrote ‘twenty’ because I feel like it’s a good starting point AND a good round number for a blog title, so per my new-found mission to just WRITE now and edit never, I chose ‘twenty’ for the title of this blog post, and I’m stickin’ to it….
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The Fork
I was talking with a friend recently about our kids, and commiserating over false friends and broken hearts that hurt us mamas far more than they hurt the kids, and she had these words of wisdom: This is the point in their lives, she said, that they come to a fork in the road. This is the point where they decide who they are, and who their friends are. Kids…
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The Tortoise Always Wins
One reason I stopped writing this blog was because I was telling myself the lie that I didn’t have time to do it. While it’s true that I have more on my plate than some, being a single mom who works two jobs and is single-handedly raising a multitude of children (two teenagers + Susie counts as a ‘multitude’), it’s also true that people have managed to accomplish some things…
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How Cheaters Lie Without Actually Lying
“I never even held hands with her.” As it turns out, you can do a whole lot with another woman WITHOUT EVER holding her hand. I’m embarrassed to tell you how long it took for me to realize that, and then my eyes were opened and I realized, WOW. YOU AIN’T EVEN GOTTA HOLD HANDS. “When would I have time?” That’s such a great answer to the question, “Is something…
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The Times I Didn’t Get Married
Let’s go ahead and address the elephant in the room. Well, maybe it’s not an elephant to YOU, but if you read my last post, you know that I quit blogging for a few years because of fear and shame related to being divorced. Twice. Ahem. And that fear and shame was compounded because the whole {phony} second-marriage “love story” was played out so publicly across this blog and my…
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Moving Forward
I started this blog long ago, on a platform that doesn’t even exist anymore, just to talk about my home renovation project. My mom read it. I mean, those were the only people reading blogs back in those days… just your own friends and family. And then somehow my blog following grew, and I have no idea how or why, but at one point there were over 100k visitors to…
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Love and Dirty Windows.
If you’ve followed me for very long, it’s no surprise that I love old houses. I mean, take a gander at my Instagram if you don’t believe me. I’m obsessed with 1930s architecture, vintage tile, worn hardwood floors, glass doorknobs… Sigh. I’ve had a not-so-secret desire to be a real estate agent since way back when I graduated from college, because I love houses. I also (mostly) love people, and…
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{Strictly Fiction} His Name Was John.
It was in college, the first time she laid eyes on him. She walked into a staff meeting for her new on-campus job at the college gym, and there he was. Tall, black hair, blue eyes. And he had on those Wranglers. Country boy, she thought. I like it. But lots of girls had their eye on him, as was bound to happen. Tall guys with black hair and blue…
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That Time I Online Dated for 48 Hours.
Listen, no offense to those of you who LOOOOVE your online dating scene. I get it… more and more of you are meeting your True Love on Match or Harmony or the FARMERS one, for the love (snort…. have you seen those commercials???), and that’s fine. Great. Nothing wrong with that. Whatever. God bless you and may you live happily ever after with the farmer of your dreams. But let…
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