The day before my twenty-fifth birthday, my husband drove me to a tattoo parlor and said, “It’s time.”
I walked out about thirty minutes later with the nose ring I had long desired. It took two years for someone to email me about that ring, which is a bit of a record, since, as both a pastor’s kid and a young adult blogger, I have had my fair share of people being annoyed, intrigued, and outraged by the things I choose to do.
“You didn’t have a nose ring in Return of the Daughters,” the commenter bemoaned, “so why do you have one now?”
Her frustration is a familiar refrain and a subject that I have been hesitant to write about until now. Because I’m obviously not the same girl, I was when I appeared in Return of the Daughters — but not in any way that’s worth a tell-all expose. This is just a post to help you reconcile the old and new me.
To use our smartphones as a haven from the messiness of face-to-face, three-dimensional friendship is the enemy of authentic intimacy.
Marriage is neither the cure for sin nor the reward for saintliness. Your singleness is not your punishment.
Philando Castille’s death is a tragedy, and so is the way we will leverage it for our platforms.
I’m excited to share three of my favorite Sweet Hairlooms Lilla Rose products with you.
In my brief stint as a stay-at-home mom, I’m learning four lies that need to be constantly combated.
Saying “I’m not like other women” just perpetuates the lie that real women can only fit into one stereotype. We’ve got to stop!