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So how do you write about something you wished never happened? How do your describe something that felt so dark, but in reality was actually illuminating? Where do you begin? I guess I’ll start from the beginning… Sunday, July 8th around 8:45pm – First Day of ETV Summer Camp It was a typical tent-discussion with
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Would you bow your heads to pray. That was my cue to exit the church service before anyone could see my fragile state, or worse – try talking to me on my way out. I drove home in a fury, and as soon as the tires touched the driveway I bolted from the car
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My eyes open to the sound of my toddler stirring in her bed. I close my eyes again and picture her stretching her limbs to get ready for the day. Oh no you don’t! I fling the weight of the covers off of myself and hastily make for the door. Over piles of laundry –
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I use the term ‘fascinated’ very lightly and a little – if not completely – sarcastically. You have heard me say that I often feel like I am living in a foreign country, and that would be because everything from the way people in Manhattan park their cars, to the languages they speak, even the
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Late last Saturday after everyone else was fast asleep I found myself wide awake, tears streaming down my face, and consumed by a fear that I had never experienced in my life… Earlier that day my family and I were exploring the Union Square area of NYC. One of the places we went to was
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I gotta be honest. Its been one of those days… You know the ones where your toddler pees on the couch, eats your makeup sponge, and sneezes yogurt all over the place because you mistakenly thought her open mouth meant she wanted “more yogurt” when really, she just had to sneeze! …And its only 9
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My husband and I make a really good team. I think it’s fair to assume that because I have been so open and honest with you about the many negatives in my new life, that I think you will allow me to pat myself on the back just this once! I mean, I did go
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I know I promised “glitz and glamour” for this week’s post, and I swear to you that I indeed had every intention of delivering and telling you all about how Madonna and Ricky Martin are my neighbors (or something like that.) …But then I got inspired by something entirely different. Adapting to life in New York
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Let’s talk about the INTRIGUE, The FASCINATION, the GLAMOUR, that is a New York City apartment. There is not one single topic that comes up more when talking to people back home, than about my apartment. I gotta be honest, I may have fielded off requests for the first month in the name of “unpacking”.
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I had my dream job staying home with my baby girl, my husband had his dream job as a local youth pastor in an amazing church. We owned a beautiful home, had all the friends you could hope for, and we were excitedly trying for another baby… But then God threw my eggs in the
Krista Ortiz 