A disabled veteran's sermon about running from God hit me like a landmine. Here's what I learned about my own rebellion, biological clocks, and the prayer I'm afraid to stop praying.
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The Day Our Couples Counselor Fired Us
She said my "all-encompassing desire to be a wife and mother" made me too angry to help. But here's what rain and roller coasters taught me about timing and fear.
Planting Seeds and Wondering: When Will I Have My Own Blank Slate?
Starting 144 seedlings from scratch, I know exactly what each will become. Watching my student Young Beauty and friends' children, I dream of my own blank slate—but first, Charming has to choose me.
The Birthday I Spent Crying About the Children I Don’t Have
At thirty-four, I'm officially off my timeline for motherhood. Here's what I learned about grief, biological clocks, and the difference between being broken and being a woman.
The Birthday I Realized I Was Living in Two Columns
At almost thirty-four, I'm straddling two lives: one where Charming chooses me and I leave Hampton, one where he doesn't and I stay. Here's why that compromise is slowly killing me.
Horseback Riding in Narnia While My Friends Miscarry: Learning to See Past the Baby Longing
At thirty-four, watching a TV couple announce pregnancy made me cry ugly tears. But riding through snow-covered pines with Charming, I realized: if I keep focusing on the children I don't have, I'll miss the Narnia I'm living in right now.
Breaking Up in My Azalea Garden: When Love Means Letting Someone Grow
A bird flew from my wreath and knocked me off balance. Days later, sitting beside my boyfriend on the porch, I realized I'd outgrown our pot while he still needed time for his roots to develop. Some transplants come too early.
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