• Meeting Jessica

    I got to meet Jessica Honegger last night. It was an amazing opportunity and I’ve followed her and admired her for almost a year now, anxiously awaiting her book release, and jumping on the book launch tribe just to get an early copy. And after following someone so intently and her having such an impact on my life and my faith and my journey in pursing my dreams, I had so much to say and a million questions to ask her, and you know what I did? I said nothing. Nada. Zilch. Well, I did answer the questions she asked me. I’m pretty sure I said ‘I love your podcast,’…

  • War on Women (Part One)

    There is a war going on, and you are a part of it whether you know it or not. “The war is not with flesh and blood, but with the unseen foreseen forces of good and evil, waging war in the heavenlies.” (Ephesians 6:12 paraphrased.) This war looks different to everyone. Most people go on about their day, not even noticing. Some people are aware it is going on but choose to ignore it. Maybe if we act like it isn’t there… It doesn’t effect everyone, but it is a driving force in changing our generations to come. That means your sons, your daughters, will be affected and see the…

  • Ten Things You Need to Know About Me and Fall

    So, if you’ve followed me here or on my podcast, or anywhere on social media, you will have inevitably already figured this out about me… I’m totally weird. There, I said it so you don’t have to. But there is one more important thing you should know, especially going into this time of year we are entering into. I flippin’ love FALL!!!!!! (All the capitals, all the emojis, all the hashtags Love love love love love!!) I’m a big fan of seasons, but my two favorite seasons are Spring and Fall, (but mostly Fall.) I love weather changes which mean costume and wardrobe changes. My fall closet you guys, super…

  • Not Giving Up…

    My biggest fear is missing the point. I’ve let go of a lot of my fears. In case you’ve just always assumed I’ve been fearless, just read this post entitled, Giving Up…Fear. I believe there are healthy fears and unhealthy fears. Unhealthy fears would be all those irrational thoughts that become fears when you drop off your kid for the first time at school, like aliens are going to attack and you will have been right about your awful feeling of going back to work and not staying home and shielding your children from those awful alien attacks. That is an unhealthy, and unrealistic fear driven by guilt. Your guilt…

  • Raising up Daughters

    What are we teaching our kids? What are we telling that next generation? How are we raising up our daughters? What are we telling them to believe about themselves? I have the privilege of raising a daughter. From the time I was little I wanted to be a mom and have a daughter of my own. I wanted her to have blonde hair, blue eyes, and be named Allison, because that was the coolest name that belonged to all the cool girls in the 80s and 90s. I did get blue eyes, and although her hair has ranged from dark brown at birth to blonde to somewhere in between now,…

  • Hell and a Hand Basket

    I threw a party the other day and no one came. No, seriously. Not a single soul. So, what do two friends who showed up to a party when no one else did do…? We threw our own party. And it was quite fun! Now I don’t say these things for you to be like ‘oh poor, Wendy, she has no friends.’ No. Not true. I have plenty of friends. I’m not lonely. I’m not gonna go start singing on a French dock of my struggles in hopes of being turned into an award-winning musical. (Is that how Les Misérables goes…I’ve never seen it). No. I’m a big girl, and…

  • Noonday Collection Review!!

    Hi my name is Wendy and I buy cheap clothes. I don’t buy cheap accessories as they make my skin irritated and turn green, but clothes? The cheaper the better. I know I’m not alone in this and it’s not even that I’m just not aware. Oh, I’m totally aware my duds are the product of some overworked, underpaid child with small hands and an endless work ethic. When I was in high school my mom decided to go on a “I’m not buying anything made in China” kick. Oh yea. Try that one on for size. I swore as soon as I left the house and got my own…

  • Giving Up…Expectations.

    We’re different. I get it. I’ve fully accepted that about us. As a family, we’re not kind of weird, we’re like straight up weird. Even the weirdos think we’re weird. I’m ok with that. I’ve settled in. It’s our thing and we wear it well. But I have a hard time remembering that I really don’t care what other people think, especially when it comes to parenting and raising these weirdos. This week we started homeschooling again. We took a few weeks off while my son was gone and decided to get right back into the swing of things. Get em while they’re young. And fresh. So of course, that…

  • Privileged.

    I live a privileged life. I had no idea. No one ever told me. I just figured this was the way it was. And then I met people not like me. And I read about these people. And I studied them. I even met some in person. And they weren’t even from a different country or some faraway land where actual poor people live. No, they were my neighbors, and they became some of my friends. I’m a white girl from Long Island, New York. Now before you get all judg-y and think we lived in some big mansion on the island next to Gatsby, let me turn this ship…

  • They Said Having Kids Would be Fun…

    My favorite part about being a mom is that I’m shaping and molding a young mind, and it’s all up to me. Consequently, that is also the most terrifying part about being a mom. I mean clearly my kids are gonna be on a therapist’s couch one day, talking about how every night at 8pm mom would yell at them to “Go to Bed!” I blame Freud. That guy. What an a-hole. He blamed his mother for everything. Who gave that guy his first accreditation into the world of psychology. I mean why do we even know that mother-loving weirdo anyway…? So here I sit, one day after having visited…