A letter to my daughter about being different.
The story of my second home birth, when Kale Easton Lukoskie came into the world.
A letter to my daughter: you’re growing up to be such a loving, caring, kind-hearted girl. Here are some of the things you love most at this point in your life.
We celebrated your second birthday with the family on April 9. The very next night, you fell asleep in your big-girl bed for the first time. I took a picture, because I wanted to remember your face—how sweet it looked in that moment—forever.
Our first attempt at potty training our daughter, and how I failed miserably.
“The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.” — Proverbs 18:8 (KJV)
And yet another sappy letter to my daughter who can’t yet read, inspired by our annual family beach vacation in Hilton Head, SC.
After years of being an MLM chaser, I finally realized it wasn’t for me. Now I’m watching many other former network marketers hit six figures in six months. No recruiting, no selling, and I know I’ll join them soon. Here’s how…
I remember when I used to tell people I was going to school to get…