What I Learned From Fighting with My Sister

As the oldest child, for almost four glorious years I had my parents all to myself. Everything revolved around little Kaci, which I now know wasn’t such a good thing. Then, something shifted in my universe when my mom brought home a new baby girl. The rest of my adolescence was defined by a love-hate…

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Quit Hiding Your Crazy

This past weekend I attended a Lifeway Women’s event called dotMom for the third time. It was awesome. It always has been, and we always leave feeling refreshed. On the way home, our leader/van driver asked us to all share our favorite part of the weekend. Just like others, I had several defining moments. Yet what honestly…

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Have You Used Your CHRISTmas Gifts?

Now that Christmas is over, we are left with extra pounds, unplugged lights that need taken down, and tons of gifts. Some gifts we love, some not so much. Some gifts we never use or even open, and others we regift. We even envy the gifts of others. (Why did my sister get those cute,…

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Finding Fulfillment in Life

I can honestly say I’m at one of the happiest times in my life, and it has nothing to do with what’s going on around me. Sure, I’m about to have my second child to complete our family, my stand-up and writing careers are getting recognition, and I have a great support system of family…

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What Makes A Mother?

Despite having a son for two and a half years, it still catches me off guard when someone wishes me “Happy Mother’s Day.” Maybe it’s because until I had my son, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be a mother. Or maybe it’s because since he’s so young I feel like I have…

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Saving Myself from Food Snobbery

As if working out intensely for five days a week and wearing a size 2 was not good enough, I was determined to “get ripped.” I had finally overcome my fear of the scale and felt content with weighing an average of 7 more pounds since before I got pregnant with my son a few…

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The Curse of Comparison

When I was a young girl we played a game called MASH, which was a clever adolescent acroynym for Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House. There were other options too, like your job, spouse, car, number of children, etc. You concentrated on when to stay “stop” as your buddy drew a spiral on the piece of…

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