This month, the theme at Red Tent Living is, "Where Do I Belong?" Below is the piece that came to me through that prompt. Baby Pomegranate My child is currently about the size of a pomegranate. At 17 weeks pregnant, I’m slowly starting to develop a “baby bump”—evidence that our sweet little pomegranate is growing steadily while continuing to make their home within me for the next twenty-something weeks. As I prepare for this little one’s grand entrance, I often wonder about who they will . . .
So my husband has told you all about the aluminum foil debacle. Lovely, right? I’ve had finer moments, I can tell you that much. Actually, it was pretty hard to read the piece my husband wrote. I wish I could go back and let him buy the big, expensive aluminum foil. Buy two, honey—it’s really not a big deal. In the moment, however, I wasn’t connecting the experiences of his past to how he was feeling in the grocery store. And, at the same time, I was carrying my own past experiences as I . . .
By my husband, Darren For us, it was aluminum foil. We all have either participated in or have heard stories of ridiculous fights between couples. They can range from how to eat pizza, the arrangement of remote controls, or Jello preparation (my parents, God bless them). A little annoyance, grown over time, can trigger legendary explosions for a couple. Mal and I had been dating for less than a year when we knew that we were in it for the long haul. We both came out of tough relationships . . .
This week, I [finally] announced publicly that my husband and I are expecting! Our first child will be joining us in April and we couldn’t be more excited (and overwhelmed and terrified and grateful, etc., etc.). It has been a wild couple of months since finding out about the baby. Many of you will remember a post that I published in late July after having found out that I was not pregnant, though there were several days when all clues had alluded otherwise. I was upset and scared, fighting . . .
I’ve been a little bit proud and a lot bit celebratory this week as I approach my two-year writing anniversary on October 16th. This is, of course, not marking the moment when I first began writing, but it is the day when I committed to publishing a piece of new writing at least once each week. My brand new husband and I had moved halfway across the country only a couple of weeks earlier. We didn’t have internet in our home yet, so I went to a nearby Panera, took a deep breath, and created my . . .
I had a highly anticipated (by me) post set to go out to you this week but, in light of the recent events, the timing doesn’t feel appropriate. That piece can wait because today and this week my mind is on Las Vegas. You may have seen my initial response to the shooting posted on social media. I’m trying to be really intentional about living into my words, leaving the house with a real awareness of who is around me and how I am helping them to feel seen and respected. I met a new neighbor . . .