I think one of the most self-sabotaging things we can do is to take ourselves too seriously. The world is a bombardment of chaos and desp...

There’s so much pressure on mothers. As my head slowly lifts from the fog of the past 7 years of birthing and nursing and postpartum, I’...

I birthed a daughter in December. If you are reading this, the likelihood that you already know this is relatively high. This means, you ...

There are a plethora of interpretations of what it means to be a wayshower, and though we may all be speaking the same language, I can on...

Because, for many of us, we don't have a single calling-- but many. Self-care sometimes looks like honoring the fact that there is only s...

I've been working on a more in-depth post on the role of scapegoat, but with everyone being home, I haven't had enough time to actually g...

These last two weeks have been a doozy. The demands of motherhood pulled me almost violently into my body. The baby was sick. Then I was ...

There are so many things I want to write about, but I feel I must give them to God first. I think we all share too quickly and not with t...

Distraction. Environment. Purpose. These are things I've been mulling over. I feel like they're the theme of a video game level I'm stuck...

Something I absolutely love is snail mail. I have had penpals most of my life and have always loved to put together boxes full of treats ...