How a Mother’s Heart Lets Go. {Part 2 in The Caged Girls.}
Part 2: The Caged Girls. She sat alone in a chair, her legs folded neatly beneath her. Her heart felt not so neat. She contemplated the day, how she had reacted to her...
Author: Jennifer
3 Exercises for Instant Strength.
Perhaps, especially if you know me and my affinity for moving my body, you might have expected a different sort of list than what follows. Instead, what follows are a few of my go-to...
8 Ways to Really Make the World a Better Place.
For me, kindness is a practice. I can have a sharp tongue and an aggressive demeanor and, frankly, when feeling insecure or overly emotional, it’s often unfortunately easy to lash out at others rather...
I’m the Feminist Who Wears Makeup.
My mom used to tell me about watching her own mother put on makeup before going dancing with my papa. She remembers watching her in girlish awe, marveling at my grandmother’s beauty. I put on...
5 Ways I Finally Learned to Love Myself.
Daily practices for self-love: I spent a large portion of my life caring what other people thought. Much of my childhood was spent trying to fit in, which is probably normal. But then, suddenly, I...
4 Tiny Habits That Lead to Big Happiness.
My two children getting sick was actually good for me. I mean, no one wants their kids to not feel well. Still, I had been in a mental and emotional rut in the weeks...
8 Tips for Bloggers on Dealing with the Haters.
How writers can learn to shake it off. I received a message from a reader asking me, as a fellow blogger, how I handle negative comments on my articles. Since I think this conversation is...
3 Ways My Kids Remind Me to Enjoy Life.
Life with two children under the age of five has both its unbelievable rewards and, frankly, its insanity. Last night, I watched my two girls play in their Halloween costumes and I had a few...
A Reminder of the Magic That Is Motherhood.
The gift of gratitude: The card arrives with a tiny package, and normally I would have opened that first. Instead, I gravitate to the small, dark blue box. Inside is fragile red tissue paper and...
Why I’m Teaching My Girls That Idealism Isn’t Strength.
It’s easy to be pretty. It’s easy to write, publish, and share cute, utopian thoughts and filtered photographs. It’s also easy for bloggers to post statements like “we can all be happy if we just do...
