It was after my three-year-old daughter's unsolicited observation that I realized how much God loves all of me—even the messier bits. “What’s under your armpit,

My husband and I have a new tradition called “sweet o’clock.” We plan out the evening ahead of time, and I make a homemade

The cutting cold of the night numbed my cheek as I lay against a pillow of snow. My head was heavy—I could not lift

It all started the night my husband and I were arguing over nursing chairs. My husband didn’t understand why we needed to purchase a brand

Scrolling social media, I see women who are painted like porcelain dolls with tiny waists and thick-alicious hips. I see images of perfection that

In middle school, we had well-meaning, completely-out-of-touch teachers (according to us) who thought that it was important to include “life lessons” as part of

As I scroll through my list of friend requests on social media, I usually ask myself the same questions: if my life was falling

He sat in his black chair with a headset on, and periodically, I’d hear him shout obscenities at the screen. He was playing the

When I was six months pregnant with twins, I talked my husband into getting an L-shaped sectional as an act of self-care. My cute,

My husband quietly closes the door behind him. It’s such a soft noise—like the sound of breathing out on a cold day. Lately, he

This year, I resolve not to make any more New Year’s resolutions. No more diets, exercise programs or firm convictions that I will eat less

One day after my 8-year sober birthday, I decided to do a social media detox for a month (or as long as I could).