Natalie loves to sit in the kitchen with me and watch me cook and engage me in conversation. I love leaning in and looking into her big...

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As I navigate the many roles I am blessed to be in as a woman, I am thinking about my mom’s experiences and my experience of her...

The other night when we were all winding down, as I tidied up my eldest’s desk, I looked at all her things, and thoughts ran through my...

I remember the day my dad passed away so clearly. Starting the night before. My mom received the phone call that he’d “taken a turn for...

I remember the joy I felt when the technician told me, “It’s a boy!” During my first pregnancy, my daughter’s father was present. During...

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The best place to build a firm foundation for my babies—in community. From the time Nnenna was an infant, this has been our church home....

On our drive back down the mountains from Angeles Crest Forest this past Sunday, my age came up in the conversation, and my girl friend...

Take me to the published blog. Shush Your Shame Jennifer J. Jones

I actually wrote and shared this in 2016, but it will always be relevant. It has since been updated. In honor of Mother’s Day, I want to...

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none. This...

If you judge people, you have no time to love them. -Mother Teresa I will add that this includes judgment of self. I'm more of a...