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A Mom After God’s Own Heart
I miss the cute days! I’m having terrible Instagram jealously lately! So many of my friends have young families and post oodles of pics of their cute little ones! New babies that I can practically smell through the screen, park days, bike rides, ice cream treats, crayon drawings… My boys aren’t so little anymore. If I tried to post them on IG you would get nothing but boys on the couch playing video games, or boys in the backyard shooting the pellet rifle at old crockery, or boys arguing about who left the scrap of trash that I just asked them to throw away. If I posted their sketchbooks it’s…
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The Wildflower Tribe
There was a time in the 90’s when I was a “Goth.” I dyed my hair black, painted my nails black, wore dark makeup and black lipstick, read lots of Poe and Ann Rice, listened to Skinny Puppy and The Cure, wore black velvet skirts with Doc Martens, frequented a nightclub called “Soil” and a coffee shop called “Lestat’s.” When I wasn’t “dressed up” I dressed down in black jeans, flannels and alternative band t-shirts. I painted myself up to both hide who I was and show who I was. I know it sounds confusing, but it’s the truth. I was hurting inside from a lot of things. I was…
