Motherhood gives us little perspective while we are living it. Years later, we judge the women we were for not knowing what only time could teach us.

When did telling the truth about something bitter become the same thing as becoming bitter? We’re warned not to let bitterness take root—but what happens when truth, pain, and injustice are pushed underground in the name of forgiveness and moving on?

🎧 Prefer to listen instead of reading? Click HERE. As I watched Alex’s packed car pull away, grief pulsed through my chest. I should be happy for him. I am happy for him. My oldest graduated from college this year. He accepted a dream job and moved into his first apartment this summer. This is exactly what I raised him to do. He is stepping into an independent adulthood with an education, a career, friends, confidence, and an apartment he gets to make his own. Milestones and Memories There...