Brave Women
Thank you for showing me what openheartedness looks like, the joy and the tears together. Together is where we thrive.
Thank you for showing me what openheartedness looks like, the joy and the tears together. Together is where we thrive.
This applies to more than friendships with women. It applies to marriage, child-raising, and all manner of things. People are what you believe them to be.
One last thing: The relationships of women Read More »
You wouldn’t believe how much talk time fits around chores, and conversely, how the work flies with a friend. But you’ll have to let it be a little messy.
Practical ways to make time for friendships Read More »
What is wrong with me if she doesn’t like me? What does she say behind my back? Why am I always the instigator?
Perspectives, Part 2: The relationships of women Read More »
Is it possible to hold too high a standard in forming friendships? How do you know if you are?
Perspectives: The relationships of women Read More »
You would think that friendships would come easily to us. You would think hey, we’re women, and good at this, right? You would think – but you would be wrong.
Survey: The relationships of women Read More »
Why didn’t I engage there? Because I felt the medium couldn’t handle (perhaps I couldn’t handle) the nuances, and the high likelihood of misunderstanding.
On social media as a platform for controversy Read More »
Dear Single Ladies, To be fair, I must needs direct a few words your way as well. And truly, I have somewhat to say unto thee. [And they said unto her, Say on.] There is an enemy to romance lurking in the heart of every woman, single or married, as far as I can tell:
Portraits and single ladies Read More »
Dear Single Men, It’s been a while since I’ve directed any comments your way, so lest you get too comfortable I thought I’d jot a note to light a fire under your collective rumps. I may have reminded you before that most single women are not single by choice. (Is this ringing a bell? Okay,
Scenery and single men Read More »
Last weekend my husband’s parents came to visit. We love them. We love their visits. And I started thinking about the relational stages of in-laws. I wrote this post as a laughing tribute to both the Incredible Man and his family (hereinafter referred to as the Smiths), who love me as their own and who