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She Learned to Work Before the World Called It Work
Rae learned to work before the world called it work. At twelve, she cleaned my brother’s shop office for real money, real expectations, and a little freedom of her own. I am proud of the confidence work gave her. I also grieve that money had to matter so young.
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The Same Girl Either Way
A personal essay about homeschool culture, girlhood, faith, rebellion, and learning that someone else’s narrow idea of a “godly girl” did not get to define who I was.
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I Am Practicing the Life I Want Before I Can Afford It
I did not know it was abundance. I thought it was dinner. Homemade bread, canned pears, fresh tomatoes, animals, woods, pasture, and food that came from the work of our own hands. I do not have the land yet, but I can still practice the skills, rhythms, and values of the life I am building…
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Taking Out the Trash
We threw out what we didn’t need when we moved. Not just things. People too. It wasn’t dramatic or loud. Just a quiet decision to stop carrying what was making our life heavier, and start building something more peaceful for our family.
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Why I Still Call Him Father
My abuser went to church. For years I wrestled with what that meant about God. This is the story of why I still call Him Father, and how protecting my children became the clearest expression of my faith.
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I Didn’t Refuse Help. I Didn’t Feel Safe Accepting It.
When I turned down Early Intervention for my daughter, it wasn’t because I didn’t love her. It was because help didn’t feel neutral. It felt like exposure. For poor parents, the line between support and scrutiny is thin.
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Still Walking
A reflection on faith, covenant, and queerness from inside the tension. I still pray. I still believe. I still love my wife. I do not have every theological answer, but I am still walking.
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Refusing Erasure: When Silence Protects Harm
When headlines about abuse surface, my first reaction isn’t political. It’s physical. My body remembers before my mind can catch up. This is about silence — and what happens when harm is named but comfort is protected instead of truth.
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When My World Turned Purple: Faith, Queerness, and Learning to Live Honestly
For years, my world looked red. Red meant rules, faith, and safety. Then everything I did “right” still fell apart. This is the story of how grief led me through rebellion, survival, and finally into a life that fits who I truly am.
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The Life I Wanted Didn’t Die. It Changed Shape.
I thought I knew what my life would look like. A degree. A career. Stability. Security. A future I could count on. Then I got sick. What followed wasn’t just the loss of health, but the slow grief of watching the life I planned slip out of reach. Almost dying forced a reckoning. I couldn’t…
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Before the Paper Tears: A Quiet Christmas Morning
A quiet Christmas morning filled with anticipation, children, memory, and gentle tradition. A pause before the paper tears and the day unfolds.
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Neurodivergent Conflict Styles, Part One
I wasn’t arguing as a child. I was explaining. But explaining myself was often mistaken for defiance, and being misunderstood didn’t just hurt emotionally, it dysregulated my nervous system. This piece explores how neurodivergent conflict styles form early, and why the need to be understood can follow us into adulthood, shaping how we handle conflict…
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🌱 How Childhood Creativity Shaped the Woman I Am Today
Growing up with a sewing room in the den and a woodshop in the barn shaped the way I see the world. My childhood was filled with handmade things, faith, curiosity, and endless creativity, long before I knew how much I would need it. Art was not something I added to my life. It was…
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