Recently, one of my friends reached out to me to inform me that she'd been viciously attacked by her boyfriend (now ex). She described the bruises, and she admitted she felt scared for her life. "You were right about him." In the pit of my gut, I winced. There was a time when I reveled in… Continue reading I’d rather be wrong
Today's post is the first in what I hope to be a series of post by friends and guest contibutors on the topic of Mother's Day and all things related. Big thanks to my guest writer today, blogger and former Arkansan Kambri Davidson, who now lives a more glamorous life with her husband Drew in… Continue reading Being a mom: it’s hard, y’all
*One of my students, Jared Tickner, in Comp II this semester gave me permission to share this essay with all of you. This is his first essay for the semester; I read it after reading a stack of other essays that were good essays but didn't quite measure up in one way or another. Some… Continue reading The golden ticket essay
Day 25 in the Dear Gratitude project is submitted by yours truly :). Dear Need, I first remember meeting you, Need, when my father fell from his heroic platform in my mind. Grappling with drug addiction, he stood in our living room in Augusta, Kansas, in 1984, and admitted that he had fallen for Caroline.… Continue reading Day 25: Dear Need
I've said NEVER about plenty of things. And eaten my words plenty of times, too. "I will NEVER get divorced." Done. Twice. "I am NEVER going to be one of those people who moves back to the middle of nowhere as an adult!" Done. Here. "I'm never going to date another alcoholic or addict, EVER!"… Continue reading Never say never
I'm very thankful to the guest writers who participated in the "28 days of love" project this month. It's been inspiring to read about the various ways love and gratitude coincide in so many very different people's lives. I had guest writers lined up every day, but a few people weren't able to write their… Continue reading Day 28–The best he could
Yesterday, a friend and I baked our little hearts out in preparation for my husband's birthday celebration. While we cored apples and blended spices, we talked about what's going on in our lives . . . pregnancy woes, impending birth of my daughter, financial issues, relationships with family members, and our unique struggles with letting… Continue reading Hope fills holes
