Anna Martin writes, “As fall faded into winter, I crossed the halfway date in pregnancy. But the pounds piled up faster than the weeks.”
I feel responsible for the discussion that happens here. I am the moderator, and this is my space. However, I am caught in something of a dilemma.
Being an Anabaptist woman, while fulfilling, presents certain challenges: such as where to buy good fabric and what to do with your long hair.
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.
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.
What is wrong with me if she doesn’t like me? What does she say behind my back? Why am I always the instigator?