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Minecraft Mom
Bonding with your growing manchild
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Writer Update
Nano, nano, nano. WHOA!!! What a rush! It’s ten days until the finish line and I’ve crossed it. Made it and bought the t-shirt. It nearly drove me to madness but I WON NANO!!! 50,000 words in 30 days! I love to write but I feel as though I don’t want to ever compose another sentence, ever again. And yet here I am!!! Writing more words. Nanowrimo doesn’t have to be as extreme as I made it for myself. I was so worried about not winning it that I forced myself to write even when my brain was dry. (I dread editing. I’m sure it is bulging with bilge. But…
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My first Nanowrimo and Book Cover Reveal (Nope, book. It’s out!)
IT’S OUT! My book released early this morning! Check it out here : Unless you follow me on Facebook, you’ve yet to hear about my leap onto the NaNoWriMo bandwagon. Totally unexpected, which tends to be how I roll. I knew National Novel Writing Month was a thing. I had no idea the where or how’s of such an awesome project. My memory was sparked during one of my BookTubing laundry folding binges. Basically, you join a community of writers for support and accountability. Then you write 50,000+ new words during the month of November. This is November 2nd. I was reacquainted with NaNoWriMo on October…
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Mug of the Month #3
This month has not slowed down, one itsy bit. School became “official” in September. Birthday parties and homeschool meetings abounded. My family also belongs to a nearby Classical Conversations campus. My son started in August but my daughter started up in September. And of course, not to be outdone, I couldn’t just be a mom I signed on as a tutor. So, is it any wonder that my mug of the month is a basically a portable carafe. It keeps my coffee toasty and ready for hours and hours. This makes me exceedingly happy because rarely do I get to sit and actually finish an entire delicious cup, while…
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My Old New Project
Why be content with a blog, when you can write a book? This is exactly what I'm in the process of doing.
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Defeating Depression Daily
Depression is always a touchy subject. Is it a real diagnosis? Is it a mind game? Is it a chemical imbalance or genetics? Is it moodiness and personality? Is it spiritual warfare or a sign of spiritual immaturity? Maybe it’s all of the above or none at all. But to talk about it I’ll need to open up and get raw honest. So, just imagine we’re kicking back in my messy living room, mugs of mocha in our mitts, and let’s chat as friends. My story I was diagnosed with depression as a teenager, though I’m certain it was haunting me at a much younger age. At 17, I was…
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How Humbling Yourself In Your Time of Need Changes Everything by Tricia Goyer (Guest Post)
The other day I was cooking dinner when my six-year-old son rushed into the kitchen. Beads of sweat slid down his red face. “I’m so hot. You never get me anything to drink.” I stirred my spaghetti sauce with one hand as I turned to him. “Excuse me?” His voice rose in a full, high-pitched whine. “You never give me anything to drink!” He waved his hands and dropped to the floor. I took in a breath and then released in, telling myself to keep my voice steady, calm. “I’d be happy to get you a drink. I just need you to ask.” He kicked his foot against the floor.…
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Mug of the Month #2
Hello there, August. Bye bye July, you sneaky fast month, you. Here’ my July/August M.O.M My coffee of choice has been split between a smattering of ceramic mugs. So, the coffee shall be the star this month. I’ve been french pressing these days. My smallest press gives me just enough joe for one gigantic jug. I’ve even been known to drink it straight from the press. Oily, frothy, and feisty this method has me playing old melancholy music from my teen years. Earbudding bits of Jeff Buckley, Nick Cave, and some Counting Crows pep me up and get my brain a’workin. This is summer and for a homeschooling mama…
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Haphazard Hospitality
As a child, I loved to watch my mother visit with friends in our living room. I enjoyed listening to adult conversations and laughter. I delighted in the grown-up snacks and treats. I used to beg my mother to have friends over. I didn’t really care who as long as I could participate or lounge around in their presence. What I hated about having company was the cleaning beforehand. I despised the dusting and polishing. I loathed shopping, staying neat and waiting. I remember haughtily tell my mother “When I grow up I will always be prepared for guests. I will have my living room clean. Candles lit and glowing. Music…
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Tube Tied
Strapped down, drugged, and tired I watched as my husband left the room. I still split open. Him carrying my beautiful Sprout. The pressure of hands diligently putting me back together tugged at my empty belly. I kept my breathing light, waiting for the words that I’d prayed for, I’d begged for. When they came, I was left dumb. “Are you certain you want to do this?” mumbled the voice of my OB, bringing me the opportunity I’d longed for in secret. The opportunity, I reluctantly and painfully, turned down. The room went to work and I asked my anesthesiologist to put my guilt-ridden heart to sleep. After not desiring…
