(originally published 12/8/11 – don’t miss reading comments 46 and 54) Some bloggers check their “stats” weekly daily hourly to see how many visitors have come to their sites, how long they stayed there, what posts they’ve read, how they got there, etc.  For many bloggers, these stats are a constant source of anxiety.  I…

I love the movie As Good As It Gets. I love the characters, I love the dysfunction, I love the honesty, I love the bittersweet comedy. And I love the quotable writing. There’s a scene where Greg Kinnear’s character begins to open up to Helen Hunt as she and Jack Nicholson are driving the trio from…

Yesterday I did something that felt amazing. I deleted my other blog where I haven’t written since 2016. I have been so absolutely paralyzed by fear of failure for the last couple of years that at times it has made it impossible to write. Every time I logged in to my other site, Reasonably Happy…

Full Disclosure – I am the person who rolls her eyes and clicks away every time the “You Only Have 18 Summers” memes make a resurgence. After all, I’m forty-one years old and I still vacation with my parents. I tend to think that preemptively panicking about my children growing up and moving away is some next…

I am sitting on the bathroom floor, next to the draining tub, wrapped in a heap of towels, refusing to move forward in the bedtime process and left alone to create my own inertia when I am good and ready. I stare at the enormous mirror covering the wall in front of me from floor…

This post was originally published in May of 2015. I am re-publishing today for World Suicide Prevention Day. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255 Last month my husband and I visited Spain, first spending a couple days in a Mediterranean beach town, then one night in Barcelona followed by a couple days in Granada. I took…

If you haven’t been to Resourceful Mommy for awhile, you may be utterly confused by my recent posts. Let me catch you up. I mostly stopped blogging back in January of 2014, except for moments like when I felt compelled to pop back in and tell you about my sweet Alison, write an open letter to teens about…

In the beginning, God created Twitter. And it was good. And the people of the Internet came together to share stories and ideas and skills and information. Websites were built and businesses created. Connections were made. Friendships were formed. Then people began tweeting to ask me for money to buy themselves new teeth, for help…

I have started and stopped writing this post more times than I can count, unsure of so many things, from questioning how it would be received, wondering if my site needed to be restructured before moving in this direction, and the biggest roadblock – deeming myself unworthy of adding my voice to the chorus of…

After a year away from Resourceful Mommy, I’m back! I thought about writing some deeply reflective post examining why I left and explaining why I’m back, but quite honestly, the thought of writing that post exhausted me. If the post is too boring to write, it’s surely too boring to read. So instead, let me show…

Comments will not be open on this post. This is so that you are free to read and absorb the words rather than read while formulating a response. We’re far better at listening when we’re not preparing to reply. This post is about Jesus Christ, not Donald Trump. This morning I woke up to this: I…

The other week a friend texted me a link to a video of Pastor Steven Furtick* running around the sanctuary of his church sharing, “ME, TOO!!!!” moments. I lose my temper…me, too!!! You wanted to cuss somebody out in traffic this week…me, too!!!! You’re NOT crazy! ME, TOO!!!!!!! I WANT THIS TO BE A “ME, TOO!!!!”…

When I was a kid, we had a random peach tree near the front of our very big backyard. It provided a boundary marker for kickball, a visual distraction from the beaten down garage behind it, and delicious fruit for pies made by my neighbor. Periodically my dad would decide that it needed pruning, and he…

      Some of my earliest memories are rooted in the act of boldly loving all over another child. I distinctly remember feeling lovingly protective of my kindergarten classmate, Dia, even though we were both four years old. In first grade I learned that my friend Danny’s father had died when he was an…

Dear Youth of the Nation, Do you like that? I didn’t call you whippersnappers, shake my cane at you, or yell at you to get off my lawn. In a gesture of good faith, I’m willing to refer to you as youth. Let’s begin this conversation from a civilized place, shall we? This Thursday evening…

Right at this moment there are two men in my kitchen, loudly working on my ceiling. There’s nothing quite like a gaping hole six feet away from the Christmas tree to put you in the holiday spirit! Later today the road in front of my house is going to be closed for a funeral procession. My…

      As I was scrolling through past Facebook memories this morning, I saw a graphic someone shared with me last year on this day: Anyone who has the word “rehearsal” written on various days of their calendar this month knows that the Christmas season is somewhat less than peaceful, but honestly, we can…

Not the scripture you were expecting to kick off the Advent season? Maybe you were hoping for something from Luke? A verse about a star? A shepherd or two? This year when I began to think about the season of hope, my mind immediately went to Jeremiah. For those of you somewhat familiar with this book…

Confession: I started listening to Christmas music a couple days ago, clearly breaking the No Christmas Music Before Thanksgiving Rule that I set for myself. I also bought a Christmas tree – one of the first ten they sold, apparently – and have been diffusing Thieves and Peppermint essential oils for days. I love Christmas. …

Hi, my name is Amy, and I have a lot of buttons. (Hi, Amy…) This morning in the shower, which is where I do my best thinking, I began to think about the Advent season. Now that it’s November, I’m requiring every ounce of willpower to keep from transforming my home into a winter wonderland….

Sing it with me: “Thank you for being a friend…travel down the road and back again…” Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I started to think about the fact that Facebook friends tend to follow commenting patterns. There are certain people who always respond to every status in exactly the same way….