Faithit

"So, there I stood. The tough chick. The one who takes no sh*t... in my hat, sunglasses, and mask... bawling in a Christmas aisle at Hobby Lobby."

"The one who isn’t sure where they belong anymore. Who has watched as 2020 made extremists out of friends, family, and even fellow church members."

It would start at 5:30 am, and I could hear him down the hall, “Judy, hungry boy.” This went on all day long.

"That 2020 has sucked is not your fault nor is it your burden. You are not cursed or bad luck or in any way a problem because you were born this year."

Dad and daughter move on without mom, but they keep her memory alive through these amazing photos.

6 months into marriage, my doting husband—the megachurch pastor—added his own twist to the potent concoction: a double shot of disdain with a generous pour of chastising, gaslighting, and blame, shaken with a bit of mockery, and finished with a twist of zesty disgust at the mere sight of me.

"Our world is growing increasingly unkind and cold, which means there is a desperate need for kind godmothers."

"I still have nightmares a month later. I hope by sharing my story, some of you will be able to connect the dots."