That Time I Was a People Pleaser

As a single 20-something, I loved being aunt “Rayree.” I relished every moment with family and especially times with my first nephew and niece, showering them with love and affection, and going out of my way to be present during holidays and special occasions. I don’t mean to brag, but I was a rockin’ aunt. Then I met my husband and had a baby, and began my transformation to less-rockin’-aunt. Read the rest on the Middle Places blog.

On Magical Fairies, Kitty Cats and Alligators

For the last two years I have singularly chosen what my precious babe would be for Halloween: a ladybug and a little chicken respectively. The costumes were purchased weeks in advance. Who am I kidding? I bought her first Halloween costume the December before while I was still pregnant (I got a good deal!). Fast forward to this year. Reagan is two and starting to have her own opinions, so in late September I began asking her just what she might…

When Church is the Answer

I walked into the new-to-me church feeling a little hesitant. It’s not that I have an issue with church per say, but it’s always a little uncomfortable walking into one where you don’t know anyone (yet). But this church had something very special going for it. Something that had me falling madly in love with it before even stepping a foot inside the door. You’ll understand why soon. Read the rest on the Middle Places blog.  

When Life Feels like a Wrestling Match

“Did you win?” one of the guys from my small group asked me after church on Sunday. “Did I win?” I replied racking my brain trying to remember what I had competed in. I may talk a big game, but there really isn’t that much competition going on in my life. “It’s what I always ask people; did you win this week?” he repeated. “No,” I replied honestly. “I think this last week beat me. But this coming week will…

Gettin’ Real

It’s a high priority to me to be authentic with those I care about. It helps that I’m terrible at hiding my emotions. If something is right or something is wrong, you can tell just by being near me, no words required. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a pro at keeping up appearances. If you were to pop up at my house unannounced, you would likely find dishes in the sink, unfolded clothes piled in my living room and…

How becoming a better boss made me a better person

I’ve had a lot of bosses over the years. Good bosses, great people, bad bosses, not-so-great people. In college I had a boss who was having an affair with a contractor for the same company, later I had another who was never-ever-ever available. I’ve had some who had great hearts but couldn’t lead a team to save their lives, and another who was so full of herself I began to dread going to work. But I’ve also had some who…

A Change of Focus

I had high expectations for this summer. Those hopes haven’t been met and my summer has been all the better for it. I’ve been pretty open about my husband and I’s struggle with fertility. We’ve been trying for another baby for many months now and have been diagnosed with “unexplained infertility,” which means just that. We have no idea why we aren’t getting pregnant… Read the rest on the Middle Places blog.

Sticky Friends

“Tell me about it,” she invites. “I don’t have anything new to say,” I reply through big crocodile tears. “Tell me anyway.” There are seasons in life where the pain of a hurtful situation seems to go on and on. A messy divorce, a cancer diagnosis, maybe a bit of both, infertility, the loss of a loved one – a situation that doesn’t right itself in a matter of hours, days or even weeks. The pain lingers and after a while…

To Risk Losing It All, Again

As the doctor walked into the ultrasound room, I knew something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. “The baby looks great,” she solemnly shared. “But you’re dilated to 4cm.” My heart stopped. She said other words that I couldn’t fully process: bulging membranes, emergency surgery, hospital now. She left the room so I could get dressed… Read the rest on the Middle Places blog.

A Change of Potty Plans

It just seemed like the right time. My scheduled was wide open and the weather was to be great so we could spend the week outside. People always says how much easier it is to potty train little girls. In fact, based on what I’d read, I thought staying home and dedicating a few days to this endeavor – just my sweet tot and me – sounded strangely relaxing. Oh the naivety. The reality of trying to get a two-year-old…