Motherhood is a full-contact sport. I don’t care what anybody says. Some moms are out here making laminated snack schedules and matching monogrammed devotionals. Meanwhile, I’m over here whispering, “Lord, multiply my minutes,” while frantically digging through my purse like a raccoon trying to find a permission slip. Let’s just say I love Jesus wholeheartedly…but […]

Welfare. I don’t talk about this part of my life very often, but like many Americans, I grew up on welfare. My birth family depended on it, food stamps, government housing, Medicaid, all of it. As a young adult, I remember telling myself that one of my life goals was to never have to live […]