• I Can’t be a People Pleaser AND a Mom

    I struggle with people pleasing. I remember the first time someone I was uncomfortable with held my baby, and my people pleasing tendencies kept me silent. The visitor took a shaky step as she held my two-day-old baby. My postpartum anxiety rose in my throat, almost choked me as I watched, and tried to think of a nice way to… [Continue Reading]

    I Can’t be a People Pleaser AND a Mom
  • How to Prepare for a VBAC

    So you want a VBAC? You had a c-section last time, because you failed to progress, or maybe they told you the baby would be too big, or that your pelvis was too small or maybe you had complete placenta previa (like I did): you had a frustrating birth experience and you are dreaming of VBACing next time, but you… [Continue Reading]

    How to Prepare for a VBAC
  • Questions I’d Like to Ask a Mom Friend Vol. 2

    Questions, I have a lot of them. This mom gig didn’t come with a manual (or maybe the hospital forgot to give me my copy?). I wrote my first edition of Questions I’d Like to Ask a Mom Friend back when Gideon was only a few months old. I was sitting alone in the apartment nursing him, worrying about all… [Continue Reading]

    Questions I’d Like to Ask a Mom Friend Vol. 2
  • How I’m Tricking Myself into Actually Achieving My Goals

    One day I realized I needed to start tricking myself into achieving my goals. Maybe it was that I turned twenty-seven, inching ever nearer to the big 3-0. Maybe it was because I slept through the night for the first time in three-quarters of a year, and my brain was finally firing on all cylinders. Maybe it was months of… [Continue Reading]

    How I’m Tricking Myself into Actually Achieving My Goals
  • 8 Things I Will Do Differently with My Second Pregnancy

    Saia and I are pretty vocal about the fact that we dream of a big family. So while I am not pregnant right now, sometime in the next few years we definitely are hoping for a second baby. I had a tough pregnancy the first time around. I had a high-risk pregnancy due to complete placenta previa that necessitated a C-section… [Continue Reading]

    8 Things I Will Do Differently with My Second Pregnancy

How I Found Myself Talking About Seal Intestines Over Dinner

It was that one fateful night when a Tongan, an Alaskan, and a Nebraskan all got together and talked about food. Seal intestines, wild bores, and corn. The waitress’s lips curved into an amused smile as she delivered our steaming plates of burritos while we laughed, and joked about how we grew up. Three of us sitting in a booth…

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Enjoying the Little Things {Even if You’re Stressed}

I was sitting in the empty Success Center with my “Tutor” tag dangling around my neck. I tutor English in my spare time, but no on was coming in that day, and I was bored. I sat mindlessly munching on an apple, when it hit me like a pop quiz the day before Thanksgiving break: I had been living my…

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For Those Times You Just Don’t Fit In

I don’t know about the rest of y’all, but sometimes I am simply too dense to hear God when He whispers. Sometimes, that wild God of mine has to take the megaphone of repetition in order to get my attention. He gets me on a reoccurring theme–something that happens in various forms over, and over in my life in–order to…

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One Breath

We made a lopsided circle, but with our eyes downcast we did not even notice. The building was quiet, except for one errant cricket that sang on, and the faint squeaking of the roof of the theater. Our teacher silently observed as the ten of us stood still, our eyes squeezed shut, and our arms gingerly placed on each other’s back. The only…

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How a Theatre Major Plans a Wedding

Less than a month ago, I got engaged. The week that followed my engagement was all things wonderful, sparkly, and new. After getting engaged I was caught up in the flurry of calling friends, and family, staring for hours on end at my ring, and looking at lots of pictures on Pinterest. But then one day I realized, with dread, that…

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Twenty-Six Letters

Attempting to learn a new language has plunged me, without an oxygen mask, into a swirling vortex of newness, and discomfort that I try to avoid in my daily life. I have been attempting, somewhat consistently, for the past few months to become proficient in my fiancé’s native tongue–Tongan. And this language baffles me unlike anything else. My brain gets twisted around itself as…

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The Significance of Sea Turtles

I always sit in the front row in class. Perhaps it is my perfectionist tendencies kicking in. Perhaps it is because I get too distracted by the other students when I sit behind them {did she get a haircut? What is he eating? Are they together? He’s falling asleep!}. In any case, my propensity to always sit in the front…

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Crumpled Schedule

This damp, and soggy day is the first day of school here at York College. And I cannot help but wish I could take the hand of every anxiety-ridden Freshman here, and give them a bit of comfort. I watch her as she anxiously marches her way across campus. Her new clothes stretch, and pull, and she sighs as the rain begins to…

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Words on Becoming Affianced

We hiked up a trail covered in white stones, and past a churning creek. It was a cool day, and I was keeping my eyes peeled for a moose. Warrior Man was distracted. At the top of the trail in a shady hollow, sitting on some monster rocks, beside the raging rapids he said some true, and sweet words–and beside…

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