A Letter to My Younger, Pre-New Orleans Love Story Self

G_Osheta

Dear Younger Self, As you’re reading this, you’re probably in between two books: I Kissed Dating Goodbye and something on intercessory prayer. We were quite pious back in the day, Love. Your goals are quite simple: finish college, marry a godly man, make lots of babies, and maybe lead a youth ministry someplace in there. […]

My Child, My Backpack And The Long Days Of Motherhood

G_Heather

When my daughter Lucy was three, I decided to get intentional about her education. I wanted to homeschool long-term, but knew I was not an ideal candidate: I like quiet, order, and long-range projects. I also felt a little cuckoo stuck at home. With 18 hours a day to kill, I counted the days until fifth […]

Heavy Boy, Light Girl

S_Cindy

I overheard a girl, upper elementary, medium length jet black hair. In Chinese she asks her mother, “What does it mean to be ‘heavy-boy-light-girl?’” I winced and turned my head, unwilling to look into the eyes of an innocent child while her mother explained. “Heavy-boy-light-girl” is a Chinese proverb to encapsulate the worldview that men […]

Talking To My Inner Toddler

M_Holly2

The day started off well enough. I woke before my 19-month-old son did, the one sleeping in the crook of my arm, and that miracle afforded me a minute to adjust my eyes to the morning light seeping through the curtains and for my groggy brain to conjure up one complete thought. I sighed, audibly. […]

A Love Letter to my Daughter’s Blankie

M_Bronwyn

Dearest Blankie, When you were new, you were pink and soft and had silky satin edges. You had a velveteen underbelly, a polka-dotted sateen center, and a teeny giraffe tag was tucked in miniature stitches to the corner. You seemed unnecessarily expensive and plush for a baby, but you were given with so much love and […]