Unfiltered.

My poor husband. We’re enjoying a cozy Sunday snuggled into the couch, watching Ordinary Joe, making passing comments about how everything has to be woke these days, and then I grow noticeably more dissatisfied and grumpy so we turn off the tv and for the next thirty minutes I spill out all of the discouragement…

This Bugs Me.

Crickets. The sound you (don’t) hear when you voice a thought and people are too polite to tell you they think you’re an idiot. Not that that’s ever happened to me. Friends. When we lose the ability to have respectful discourse on matters where we disagree, we lose authentic relationship. Either I’m holding back my…