On This Season of Sacrifice
My days are patchworked together much like the quilts we use for summer picnics. A moment for writing here, a minute for cleaning up there, a big chunk for work pops up, a few minutes of quiet before someone wakes. This season of raising small children? This season,...
On Celebrating the Other Mothers on Mother’s Day
There are parents without carseats, diapers or pacifiers. Mothers who do not have bedtime rituals or middle of the night feedings. Parents without hand-stamped necklaces or birthstone rings. These are the other mothers – the ones in our midst who are quietly hurting....
Real Mom Confessions: the link-up {week 4}
I shared my confessions on Facebook last week because honestly I was just too tired to pull together a full post here. But we’re back, at least for this week =) Each week (in some form or fashion) we come together to share our real mom confessions – the...
On the Worst Kind of Mommy War
I weigh more than I ever have before. I wear a bigger size than I ever have before. I have more soft folds than I ever have before. On the last flight I took, while the seatbelt fit fine the sides of the seat nearly left marks on my hips. Sometimes I don’t...
Real Mom Confessions: the link-up {week 2}
And we’re back. You guys, this week was a doozy. Without all the details, it’s been full of solo parenting, evening commitments, daytime commitments, getting behind on work and sleep, overwhelming good things, but also feeling like everyone else is soaring...On Real Mom Confessions: a link-up!
For the past few weeks, I’ve been sharing ‘Real Mom Confessions’ on Instagram and Facebook, posting a picture of something from my very real everyday stories and inviting others to chime in with their very real everyday stories too. A few of mine have been: a towering...
on celebrating the everyday
Last weekend we celebrated Sam’s three full weeks of being diaperless. He’s amazing, y’all. And we are button-bursting proud of him, so last Sunday we celebrated. Donuts and a trip to the zoo marked the occasion. He had his first corndog, more treats...
on the shirt that swung open the gate of my heart
I got a new sweatshirt in the mail yesterday. It’s persimmon (pretty much orange), with quilted sleeves and a big collar and gorgeous fabric and it’s overall lovely. I put it on and zipped it up and fell a little bit in love. For a minute I wasn’t...
Just Writing: potty training edition 1
Everytime I lose my bloggy-writing mojo, I feel like I have to re-enter with a deep, spiritually significant, poignant comeback post with a beautiful pinnable graphic and scheduled tweets to promote. Our family’s coming off a week of awful illness, I’m...
On Lent and the Ways I Will be Observing It
I’ve been in a kind of ugly place lately, a place of quiet cynicism and selfishness. I’ve simultaneously deferred and coveted the spotlight. The chip on my shoulder is breaking off in pieces, the seed of my secret cynic taking root and spreading like ivy...
On the Lights Across the Pond
One of these homes backing up to our neighborhood is a Christmas holdout, strings of colored lights lining their deck railing. I love these lights. In the middle of the cold dark nights, they glow. Pacing and swaying with a sleepless baby, they glow. Struck...Meet Anna
Anna E. Rendell: Author, latte lover. Content Marketing Manager at (in)courage by DaySpring. Wife of Jared and mom of four littles. Telling real stories from real life, and encouraging you to find the extra in your ordinary.
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