“I don’t know how you do it,” she said in her sweet voice and empathetic eyes. While it’s intended to be a compliment, in my head I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. The conversation prior to this was about whether or not I have any children. “Why, yes: two boys, 15 and 20 months.” Then immediately following the family comment is the question about what my husband does. “Oh no, I’m not married.” Of course there’s always an, “I’m sorry,” to which I always wonder: are you sorry I’m not married or sorry you asked or […]
Teens
True Confessions of a Christian Teen Mom
Once upon a time I was a teen mom. I’m no longer a teen, but I’m still a mom, one […]
Harry Potter Magic: A Memory
I remember falling in love with a boy who wore glasses. I do. I remember where I was and when […]
