What Would Jane Do?
Not my Jayne. My Jayne would crawl into the pantry and eat goldfish crackers straight out of the box and get them all over the floor. And then she would look up at me with those cute pig tails and get away with it. No. The Jane. Ms. Austen, to be more exact. I was at... read more
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When I lost my daughter and I almost died and I came back to life and I tried to find my place–I wrote. And I threw the words Out There–and they came back to me, in the echoes of hundreds and thousands of women who have given me strength and walked with me and cried with me and helped me find my way. So, I keep writing. I didn’t just find myself when I wrote. I found sisters. Friends. Angels. And you.
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Opinionated sassy pants. Mom of thirteen. Ninja’s wife. Young enough to believe in magic. Too flawed not to need to have faith in Jesus Christ and His infinite grace.
LAUGHTER IS LIKE INNER JOGGING
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