Hey! I'm Tara, mom, wife, Rascal Flatts fan, and super couponer! I've been through many ups and downs during the last 4 years. I started this blog to share my story of hope, and encourage you to share yours.
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About this Blog // Authenticity in action.
You may have noticed I’ve taken quite a break since the last post. Between finding a home 3 hours away, packing up and moving, renovating and renting our old place, and cranking out a new kid — it’s been busy to say the least (isn’t it funny how the first pregnancy is so beautiful but by the 3rd you use words like cranking, plopping, or again?…). Continue reading
I wouldn’t let Sydney’s body leave my side. Day and night, I enjoyed the few precious moments I had with her. I knew it was approaching much too soon, but the thought of leaving her behind was overwhelming.
What mom was supposed to go through this? Continue reading
So, this weekend I finally got around to finishing Paul Young’s The Shack. I actually started this book over a year ago, but somewhere between the teddy bears, gummi bear wars, and diaper changes I got busy. Certain elements of this book are quite controversial, namely the fact that God the Father (Papa) is portrayed as an overweight black woman, but there is much to enjoy regardless. Continue reading
I want to take a break from our journey to thank all of you who have reached out to me after reading. Some have left comments, others have reached out to me personally to express gratitude, sympathy, and encouragement. Continue reading
She moved the doppler up, down, and around my stomach but still nothing — nothing but silence and the metronome-like ticking of the rustic wall clock. She did her best to remain calm and collected but, my worst fear began to seep in regardless. Its human nature to think bad things are meant for “other people” and not yourself; yet here I sat…22 years old dealing with a dead child. Continue reading
It was a day that began like any other. I woke up around 9, tidied up the house, then landed on the couch to read a bit before heading to work at the local health club. Jason and I had been married for five months and, outside of the recurring fights over which American Idol singer was best, had mostly avoided the first year marriage troubles. Continue reading
The silence was defeaning. “Are you still there?” I asked, thinking we got disconnected. Then I heard tears.
“Tara, I had no clue you went through all of this. You have got to share your story,” my cousin April said. I had just finished sharing the details of my bout with cancer, the deceased child I delivered at 22, and the passing of the only father I ever knew. Continue reading