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Spilled Milk: My Metamorphosis from Tears to Triumph

Stark Raving Mad Mommy

After church today, I was approached by a woman I recognized but don’t really know very well.  She had no idea the impact her words were about to make on my heart and neither did I when she started with a disclaimer, “Okay, so I want you to know that I wasn’t stalking you the other day, but I saw you in Hobby Lobby….”

My mind immediately started swimming.  Hobby Lobby.  Last week.  100th Day of School Project for Jonah.  Hour-and-a-half trip with my kids to the one place that has traditionally been met with great opposition, screaming, tantrums, frustration, and a completely frazzled Mommy who has to ask herself for the four-billionth time, “WHY DO I TRY TO COME HERE WITH MY KIDS???!”  Read the rest

Here goes NOTHIN’! (or maybe SOMETHING!)

[Finally starting on my book.  Here’s a snippet of what I think it will be about…]
If you had asked my mom, when I was 10-years-old, what I was going to be when I grew up, my mom would have easily answered, “A writer.” She was convinced of it from the time I was very young. She and Dad frequently reminded me that they felt certain I was “destined for greatness.” I don’t know about all of that, but what I do know is that they clearly possessed this amazingly pure and undefiled perspective of me, and their goal was to grow me up right, to mold me and shape me, and instill the confidence in me to become who they knew, all along, I was destined to be.
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