Amanda

Amanda
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Hi, guys! Amanda here. By day, I am a higher education professional, and "by 24/7,"I’m a pastor’s wife and a certified boy mom to three little guys: two who are school-aged and one in the throes of toddlerhood. I'm a full-time working mama in a super busy season of life, learning to balance it all. It is a challenge indeed, but Jesus, my village, and coffee see me through.
“It Don’t Matter if You’re Black or White”

“It Don’t Matter if You’re Black or White”

Today is way back Wednesday and, my oh my, how that phrase truly resonates these days. Senseless killings, police brutality, protests, riots, looting, division,...
Make It Last Forever

Make It Last Forever

One of my absolute favorite pastimes is walking down memory lane. In fact, just the other day, my husband, whom I met in college,...
Changing Positions: A Working Mom’s Love for the SAHM

Changing Positions: A Working Mom’s Love for the SAHM

We have all seen them, the hilarious “stay at home” vs. “working mom” memes. I never really put too much thought into it as...
Getting Hip to Hip Dysplasia

Getting Hip to Hip Dysplasia

My second pregnancy began without a hitch and remained pretty textbook throughout. Then, at my 31-week checkup, a routine ultrasound revealed two findings: my...
The Forlorn Firstborn

The Forlorn Firstborn

Ah, January 2020, the month I’ve been anxiously awaiting is here. In fact, as this post goes live, I am literally in route to...

God Gave Us Christmas

Ah, Christmastime is upon us, and as always, I’m giddy and happy about it. This year in particular is filled with even more joy...

It Truly Takes A Village

November is often a month set aside for thankfulness, and a tweet I recently saw reminded me of this in a great way. The...

To Party or Not to Party?

In less than a month, my sweet baby boy will be two-years-old, and THAT is an event worth celebrating. You see, birthdays were...
Get what you get

Get What You Get And Don’t Throw A Fit

Picture it: 1995, Wednesday evenings, 5:45pm. I dreaded all the above as I knew they meant one thing: piano lessons. You see, my mom grew...