I don’t care what your baby’s race, ability, religion, creed, sexuality, gender identity or political affiliation- I want that baby in a pumpkin. And I wanna see the pics. Period.
The mourner tells you what they feel and think. You do not teach. You listen; you bear witness; you read them; you reassure because you understand the nature of grief. “Always take your cues from them. By instinct they are leading, in patience you are serving.” Walter Wangerin
The people I see online rejoicing about the #RoeVsWadeOverturned are the exact same ones who are scandalized when they find out that my teen mom friends have more than one baby.
They want more babies just not the ones my girls have I guess.
I’m stopped at a light w my windows down (no AC, no prob! Jk it’s a big problem.) two guys crossing the street and one is saying to the other “black and milds-it’s a fellowship!”
One of my teen mom friends just texted me because my most recent tiktok showed up on her for you page.
Thanking God it was about pickle fries and not me trying to do a dance. At least not this time.
Spent the last 30 mins or so thinking about how good an egg salad sandwich would be with a fried on top.
Egg Twitter hive come alive!!!
#EggTwitterHive
When speaking of the details of the Jesus' last days, I hope you do not forget it was traumatic for others to witness. I hope you do not demonize Thomas or Peter or anyone else who tried to survive something so destructive to their brain and nervous system.
Just heard the lady behind me at the Starbucks drive thru correct the barista “that was coffee WITH cream not whipped cream” maybe she’s a @natebargatze fan