I’m a little late, I had other blogging posts scheduled, but each year I try to write a birthday related post. Well this was a big one. 5-0. Fifty years. Or as one fellow 50 said, “I can’t believe we’re half a century year old.” That I wasn’t ready for. But overall, I’m ready for…
I knew what I was doing the moment I pushed “purchase.” I had not worn a dress in years, probably at our older children’s weddings. Even then I felt self-conscious and insecure, two things I’ve allowed to embed into my fabric layered in faith. It was a gift card, so I decided if it didn’t…
I don’t know about you, but I tend to take holidays as a moment to reflect. Mother’s Day was no exception. There are so many amazing memories from our wedding prayer that included my husband’s children, to playing Rock Band with the youngest two. Over twenty years of recollections. Like it or not, there’s also…
Tradition. I wish writing it felt as beautiful as when I hear the song in Fiddler on the Roof. For years I’ve shared around my birthday where I’m at in life and what I look like. I think in part to encourage you, and perhaps, to keep me accountable and encourage myself. Each year that…
I’ve blogged more than once about the struggles I’ve had the last couple years. Most of it has been related to menopause, something I first entered at age 38 thanks to surgery. A couple years ago, the symptoms accelerated and it’s been at times a bare-knuckle ride to fight the hungries, the sleeplessness, the volcanic…
Each birthday I bite my lip and lead the surrender charge by sharing the most vulnerable parts of my life. I reflect on what the new age looks like on me. What 41 and 42 Look Like on Me What 43 Looks Like on Me What 44 Looks Like on Me What 45 Looks Like…