Writing News: A Novel for Emma

So, I’m writing Emma Sorensen a novel. I was not intending to write Anabel and Jared’s daughter a book. It just sort of happened. It’s in the early drafting phases right now, but I have to explain what happened to make me actually start in on it. So,...

On Emma Woodhouse, Anabel, and Me

“Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.” Emma is my favorite of...

What I’m Reading, March 2015 edition

Another month, another book list! Let’s do this thing! 1. Eleanor and Park, by Rainbow Rowell. The reason I did not read more books this month? This one, right here. This book wrecked my soul. It broke my heart. I cried after I finished it. Real, raw, nasty,...

To My Two Year Old

Oh Peanut. I love that your nickname is Peanut, because you are so big. So. Big. Your head was so big when you were born that it was too big to come out of me, which was really impressive since I had already birthed your brothers. You were one big baby, kid. And now...

To My Five Year Old

Dearest Bug, Today you are five, and I feel like my heart is exploding because every day, I see more of the person you are becoming and I just love it. I love how sweet you can be, when I hear you say, “Good morning, Mommy!” and then we cuddle in my bed...

What I’m Reading, February 2015 Edition

February is my least favorite month of the year. It’s rather nasty, brutish, and short, is it not? I often joke that the reason my oldest boy was born early is that God got tired of listening to me complain about how nothing good ever happened in February. I...

Anabel on Fifty Shades of Grey

Amanda’s Note: I did not want to do this. I am going to be upfront. My Anabel here goaded me into it, and so, here she and I are, talking 50 Shades of Grey. God help us all. Side note: This post contains some spoilers, so if you haven’t read Anabel...

I Hate Cloth Diapers

There, I said it. I. Hate. Cloth. Diapers. Once upon a time, I loved cloth diapers. I adored them. I thought they were the best things ever. I…was kind of lame. Lamer than I am now, at any rate. The long and the short of it was this: When Oldest Boy was born in...