I visited a new hairstylist recently, excited for a small trim to clean up the ends of my hair. Instead, I found myself crying in my car afterward. Not because I didn't like my cut or she messed up my hair, but because I messed up my hair. Because I learned my hair was dead. Fried. … Continue reading My Fried Hair
My husband and I stood on the beach with our two oldest children. We had been looking forward to this getaway for months. We stood there, holding hands with our daughter and oldest son as waves rushed up the sand, covering our toes with icy water. “Let’s go farther!” my daughter exclaimed. We shuffled forward … Continue reading Square One
I was determined to do one fun outing over spring break. It had been a rough couple weeks: an epic stomach virus for my oldest then a flooded laundry room. Seriously. I can't make this stuff up! Most of spring break was spent with ten industrial fans and two dehumidifiers running. Suffice to say my … Continue reading Better is Better
My son woke up with a fever; he wouldn’t be going to school. I got in the car to take my daughter to school. I turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. We quickly switched to Kris’ car and off we went. Later that morning, we tried jumping my car. The battery wouldn’t charge. Kris … Continue reading The Hope Cycle – Part 3
"I'm going to the ER." Those words usually strike panic, but for me, they brought relief.