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In Honor of Our Unconventional Mothers

I’m thirteen years old and I’m dragging a bulbous manzanita branch to a burn pile. Its sharp edges graze my forearms and draw blood as I throw it in. I watch its silvery leaves shoot crackling sparks from the fire, while its burgundy bark smoulders. It’s time to turn around and get another branch, but…
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A Quiet Heart In A Loud Life

This year has been a whirlwind and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon. A year ago, I was quietly clunking away at the first chapters of my book during Baby G’s nap times, and once a week I’d head up to San Jose for an improv class. Life was, for…
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De(tales): Doughnut

I’ve long admired Cara Strickland’s De(tales) series, so I was more than happy to contribute to it this week. (You may remember Cara from her guest post awhile back, “Always Asking Why”) I’m telling a story over there about a moment I was ready to give up, and the small ways are saved every day. And…
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I am a bored mother.

I’ve been struggling lately, as a mother. Georgie is in such a wonderful and fun stage. She is walking, trying to say words, dancing, giggling, cuddling, picking flowers, squealing with delight, and reading books. I know these are special, sacred times. But I am bored. For those of you who are new around here, I…
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I am a bored mother.

I’ve been struggling lately, as a mother. Georgie is in such a wonderful and fun stage. She is walking, trying to say words, dancing, giggling, cuddling, picking flowers, squealing with delight, and reading books. I know these are special, sacred times. But I am bored. For those of you who are new around here, I…
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Where Children Aren't Distractions: From Grape Juice to Red Wine Part VIII

We snuck into padded seats in the back row of a dark, windowless sanctuary. I bounced my baby Georgie – then six months old – on my knee, relieved to have something to busy myself with while we waited for the service to begin. My husband helped us stealthily bypass the welcome table, where we…
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Where Children Aren't Distractions: From Grape Juice to Red Wine Part VIII

We snuck into padded seats in the back row of a dark, windowless sanctuary. I bounced my baby Georgie – then six months old – on my knee, relieved to have something to busy myself with while we waited for the service to begin. My husband helped us stealthily bypass the welcome table, where we…
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Teaching Our Children to Love and Doubt

When I stumbled on Alissa BC’s blog not too long ago, it was like finding my own story packaged in beautiful prose. I didn’t know that there were other mothers out there wrestling with the same doubts and big questions as me. For the first time in months I really rested in the truth that…
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Teaching Our Children to Love and Doubt

When I stumbled on Alissa BC’s blog not too long ago, it was like finding my own story packaged in beautiful prose. I didn’t know that there were other mothers out there wrestling with the same doubts and big questions as me. For the first time in months I really rested in the truth that…
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Thoughts on "Girl at the End of the World"

In Girl at the End of the World, my friend Elizabeth Esther’s gutsy memoir, we hear the story of her escape from the fundamentalist cult of her childhood, and her ongoing process of healing from spiritual abuse. Despite the many heartbreaking scenes, some of which haunt me, I finished the book with a great sense of…
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