Essays + Narratives

“So I’ve been thinking about something…and I think we need to talk about it,” I said nervously over our dodgy Skype connection. Why did the picture always have to be so pixelated? Wouldn’t it be nice to just have one conversation while seeing his face clearly?  “What is it?” He asked.  I had gone back […]

I moved a useless breast pump into three different houses. After two different babies, with twodifferent lactation consultants, and two different pediatricians, and two separate verdicts, “yourbaby has lost too much weight and it is time to supplement with formula,” I still carried thatstupid pump with me into our third home. I packed it up […]

If my three daughters hold hands, they almost encircle the trunk of the giant oak we find in the woods. Thirty little fingers grasp the rough vertical ridges of her bark and climb. My eldest, due to start sixth grade in a few weeks, leads the ascent. They don’t get very far, but they try […]

Like most people, I spend my time trying to obtain things. More friends. More shoes. More confidence. More attention. More money. More followers. But the truth is, I am much better at losing things. My keys. My ID. My wallet. My phone. My patience. My peace. Unless we are talking about weight, in most situations […]

As we continue our “Pursuit of Less” series, Britt chats with Rebecca Hargraves about fostering spiritual connection through calm, quiet, and practicing intentionality, especially as women of faith. While discussing her own journey to living a quieter life, Rebekah shares the struggles that we experience as women, mothers, and general members of society as we […]

And then, in the height of the hustle, when our business was bursting with growth, a quiet conviction came in the night.

Busyness is not a badge of honor.

The words cut straight through my chest where I’d worn that invisible emblem for years. 

Every time someone asked me, “How are you doing?,”  I’d spout the same response: “Good! Busy!”

It was honest, but it was also quietly haunting me. 

This badge I’d proudly pinned to every interaction was like kryptonite, sucking life from me. 

Hustle couldn’t heal my heart. Hurry couldn’t prevent my panic attacks. Success couldn’t stall the years my children were racing through. 

There was no honor in building a life that left little room for living.