Author Archives: Emily

Year Six

Our marriage was really, really great and really, really easy for the first five years. Like, five years to the day it was so, so easy. And wonderful. And amazing. And every…

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Discipline That Hurts

My daughter is almost a year old, and she’s reached the point of testing limits. She knows what ‘no’ means, but she’ll still look at me and then reach out to grab…

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Words Define You

As someone who writes and podcasts, I think about my words fairly regularly. Sometimes, unfortunately, I think about them after the fact. But usually, I weigh my words. Especially when I write.…

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What Hurts the Most

How would you feel if you planned a huge event for someone and not many people showed up? What if that person was an amazing person? What if that person had saved countless lives?…

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High Expectations in Difficult Moments

Most people would say I have a pass. At the very least, they might say that I should cut myself some slack. Between learning to adapt to a new phase of life…

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Letting God Provide Comfort

I do not like it when my baby cries. There are multiple types of cries, and like everyone predicted, I can differentiate between them. The worst type of cry is when she’s…

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When I Did THIS, I Got Results (That You Never Will)

We’ve all seen the posts. Someone did THIS and – BAM! –  their marriage/body/baby/life was transformed! They did THIS and suddenly their two-day-old baby slept through the night. They implemented THIS and…

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You Can Be OK

If this is the beginning of the end for America, you can be ok. If this is the beginning of a time of rich increase, you can be ok. If this is…

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One for the Record Books

This has been the most life-changing year I’ve ever had. In 2016, Robert and I bought a house, survived 21 weeks of morning sickness, and had our precious little girl. While I…

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When Hard is Best

Yesterday I was attempting to change my squirmy daughter out of her soiled diaper (and clothes, let’s be real). She was not having it. There were screams. Tears. Lots of wiggles. She…

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