better with you than without you…

better with you than without you…

I don’t know how to ask for help. I don’t know how to admit I can’t do things alone. I don’t know how to say I’m better with you than without you. I like keeping personal things behind a sheer veneer—you can see the outline of...
fail…

fail…

The book of James and the studies we’re going through are so serious and booty-kicking that I’m opting to share some totally awesome massive clothing fails this week [insert sarcasm here]. Like really, I can’t stand when people are perpetually...
life rearranged…

life rearranged…

At the age of 20 I sat in a booth at International House of Pancakes with four of my closest friends and announced my five-year life plan which included a graduate degree, a husband, one child, an art gallery and a house near the beach (which of course I owned)....
my mother is no exception…

my mother is no exception…

Every home-school mom at one time or another bakes bread. My mother was no exception. Hands covered in flour, faced flushed from the warm kitchen, she kneaded bread until her hands were raw. When her masterpiece was finished, she coated the warm braided loaf with...

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