by Emily Wierenga | Oct 9, 2013 | #imperfectprose, anorexia, appetite, children, daughters, eating, feeding, food, guide, how-to, obesity, skinny, sons, spiritual, spirituality
I am at the splash park with my boys, and there is a little girl, unable to move because she’s so obese.She waddles across the sand in her two-piece and then flops down on the ground and wails until her father picks her up and places her on the picnic table and... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 23, 2013 | abstinence, motherhood, open letter, parenthood, purity, rape, sex, sexuality, sons, teaching, virginity
Dear Son, Life for you right now is Legos and Thomas the Train and Winnie the Pooh, but one day it will be cars and sports and the girls across the meadow. You’re three years old and learning manners and how to make your bed but one day, there will be... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 1, 2013 | adoption, baby, birth, children, conception, daughter, daughters, destiny, family, fertility, God, pregnancy, sons
i could see he was surprised. my husband. i’d sat him down and said, “i was thinking of announcing this on the blog so i thought i should ask you first…”and i could see the questions in his eyes, and then i told him, “i think we should... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 7, 2012 | boys, busy, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, organization, parenting, scheduling, she loves magazine, sons, stay-at-home, working mom, writing
Sometimes it’s hard, knowing how to balance ourselves with our kids and our husband and the washing machine going 24-7. Sometimes it’s about finding ourselves in the piles of laundry, in the peanut-butter kisses and the sticky hands trying to close your laptop when... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 24, 2012 | birth, book, boy, daughter, eating disorders, family, father, girl, imperfect prose on thursdays, mother, skinny, sons
Maybe it’s one of the reasons I whisper hallelujah each time I find a boy in my womb growing long and limber, although I know eating disorders are just as real for them, 25 per cent real in fact, and we just don’t realize it. That men sometimes hide in toilet bowls...