When the Pregnancy Test Is Always Negative

When the Pregnancy Test Is Always Negative

“I’m praying for you to get pregnant…”
I blinked at my sister-in-law. My heart rattled as I tried to keep my cheeks from turning red. Did you know embarrassment shows quite well on redheads?
She had a smile on her face. One laced with hope… perhaps pity.
Three out of four of my husband’s sisters had given birth in the past year. The other sister was a newlywed, aka not expected to give birth quite yet. My husband and I had been married ten plus years, and no pregnancies.
No reading of little pink lines.
No feeling of a tiny person growing inside my body.
None.
I inhaled a shaky breath and asked her to stop. To stop praying for me to become pregnant.
And I meant it.

Being an Alcoholic was Never on my “Things I Want to be When I Grow Up” list

Being an Alcoholic was Never on my “Things I Want to be When I Grow Up” list

Being an alcoholic was never on my “Things I Want to be When I Grow Up” list. (Neither was being an inch shy of five feet tall), but I didn’t escape that either.

Now, with the perspective of over twenty-five years of living sober, I realize I drank like an alcoholic from the time I started, which was while I was in high school. If a place between sober and drunk existed, it never showed up on my radar. Growing up in New Orleans, the city where if you’re not experiencing a hurricane, you’re drinking one of the colorful rum drinks with the same name at Pat O’Brien’s, any occasion could justify a celebratory toast. Birthdays, holidays, Tuesdays …

Finding the Real YOU Beneath All the LABELS

Finding the Real YOU Beneath All the LABELS

Labels.
We read ‘em, we use ‘em, we stick ‘em on people.
Labels are useful for identification, and they aren’t always a bad thing, even when it comes to people. For instance, in about 40 labels, I can tell you a huge amount about my life up until this point. See if you can follow my life story simply by reading these labels:
Born. Sister. Extrovert. Straight A Student. Teenager. Singer. Actor. Leader. College Student. Waiter. Overachiever. Choreographer. Martial Artist. Graduate.Touring Actor. Liberal. Waiter again. Commercial Actress. Girlfriend again. Seattleite. Vegan. Liberal. Tree Hugger. Lonely. Christian. Wife. Playwright. Television Producer. Director. Con-servative. Pastor. Mother. Ghostwriter. Anti-Trafficking Activist. Novelist. Screenwriter. Teacher. Blogger.

Are You Listening to Your Own Lies? Nope, Not Today!

Are You Listening to Your Own Lies? Nope, Not Today!

4,000 likes. That’s how many statuses that I “liked” on Facebook last year—statuses that belonged to my people. Oh I’m a generous liker, that’s just the truth. I’ll like your meal update, your Easter photo, your gender reveal. I’ll watch your Facebook live and like it too. Oh, and then there’s all those letters “to your younger self” I probably lost a couple of days of my life liking those blog posts last year. I’m a sucker for those. But, just in case you’re wondering what’s on my mind today…it’s this: As much as I was dealing out likes last year—to the stranger, the business associate, to my favorite reads of 2016, to Kid President, and Kimmy Carlisle’s grandma that still strums a guitar at 80…I didn’t deal much love in my own direction.

Lessons of Faith from the Scandalous Bathsheba

Lessons of Faith from the Scandalous Bathsheba

Scripture tells us Bathsheba was beautiful, and a military wife—the wife of one of King David’s elite Soldiers, Uriah. Because of the prominent, well off status of her family, we can assume she grew up in a godly home, and more than likely known many of the royal family members.

While the story of her affair with King David perpetuates, there’s really so much we don’t know about Bathsheba. How old was she? How many siblings did she have? What were her hopes and dreams, or favorite coffee creamer? We can only guess about many more things.

Three Body Image Facts That Seem Like Fiction

Three Body Image Facts That Seem Like Fiction

Her name was Jenni and she exuded a beauty unlike any I had ever seen. We were only in the seventh grade, but somehow she knew exactly what to wear and how to carry herself. I felt awkward and thrown together, but Jenni. . . Wow. She exuded grace and confidence. Plus, she could twirl her long black hair into a bun and secure it with just a pencil. {Sigh.} I couldn’t even attempt something that sophisticated.

Shanty Espinosa is Coming to Life!

Shanty Espinosa is Coming to Life!

I’m getting born tomorrow! (so to speak) Even though I’m thirty-something years old, I won’t actually be born until May 2, 2017 because I’m coming to life in Varina Denman’s latest novel, Looking Glass Lies. I already feel alive though, because I’m blogging now, and interacting on social media. I’m even sharing some of my wisdom and advice as well as encouraging women to grow and heal.