Mothering Don't Come Easy

By Victoria Easter Wilson / November 18, 2016 / 2 Comments

Truthfully, I was never one of those gals who longed to become a wife and mother. I was never hostile to the idea. But it wasn’t the stuff of my daydreams. Traveling the world and climbing the corporate ladder, kicking buns and taking names? Those were my daydreams. So when I found myself married much younger…

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When You Feel More Like Naomi

By Victoria Easter Wilson / September 12, 2016 / 0 Comments

As a twenty-something millennial, I suffer from self-diagnosed ‘Elizabeth Bennett Syndrome’. In other words, the propensity to insert myself as the heroine of every story I read. From animated princesses to plucky schoolgirls, the adventures of admirable women have been fixtures in imagination. And, naturally, I am inclined to interchange my name synonymously with theirs.…

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Notes From A Recovering Yes-Woman

By Victoria Easter Wilson / August 28, 2016 / 0 Comments

At the beginning of 2016, I decided my word for the year would be ‘No’. Very flashy. (With my infrequent blogging, you might assume I’ve been doing a swell job of saying ‘NO!’) Truthfully, it’s been difficult to hear myself declining requests over and over again. I want to be Yes-Woman. Book club? Sure! I’m…

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Moms on a Mission | Missional Motherhood by Gloria Furman

By Victoria Easter Wilson / July 6, 2016 / 0 Comments

When I found out that I was going to meet Gloria Furman at #TGCW16, my husband took great pains to remind me that Gloria and I aren’t besties. I can be forgiven! Familiar is exactly how you feel after reading one of Gloria’s books; her latest, Missional Motherhood, is no exception. (Update: Gloria did graciously spend a few moments talking…

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Marveling at Hesed | Steadfast Love by Lauren Chandler

By Victoria Easter Wilson / June 27, 2016 / 0 Comments

Several months ago I received a copy of Steadfast Love by Lauren Chandler, courtesy of B&H Books & The Influence Network. I have been a woefully negligent blogger and am only just posting the review, though I couldn’t put Lauren’s book down as soon as I received it. The Chandlers are a (now) well-known couple in Christian circles. Matt Chandler…

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Giving Voice To My Birth Story

By Victoria Easter Wilson / June 21, 2016 / 0 Comments

Being a writer, I often process life through writing. The births of my daughters remain two of the most profound experiences of my life. Experiences that taught me so much, and continue to teach with each retelling. What a treat it was to process Nora’s birth story with my voice! The Birth Hour invited me…

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A Caring Work

By Victoria Easter Wilson / May 31, 2016 / 1 Comment

My roles Virtual Assistant and Birth Doula are highly non-traditional, but unmistakably God-orchestrated. As a VA, I work with clients on a variety of online projects to ensure the success of their businesses: preparing blog posts, creating images, managing social media, and so on. This is a bread-and-butter job, it provides necessary supplemental income for…

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Birth Plans and Hair Salons

By Victoria Easter Wilson / May 24, 2016 / 1 Comment

Can you help but eavesdrop in a hair salon? I mean really. It comes with the territory. A decidedly woman-centric space, the hum of gossip is just as impossible to ignore as the droning hair dryers. Waiting for my semi-monthly brow wax (you’re welcome), I couldn’t help but watch as client after client met with…

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Gaining Your Bearings

By Victoria Easter Wilson / May 7, 2016 / 4 Comments

Second babies are funny. On the one one hand, you’re more comfortable in your mommy skin. The little things don’t seem so big. You’re more confident. Expectations are realistic. Joy is easier to find. On the other hand, you now have two babies. More responsibility and limited time. Two sets of completely different needs. One Mommy. About a…

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Postpartum Recovery Tastes Like Rachel's Beef Pot Pie

By Victoria Easter Wilson / April 8, 2016 / 6 Comments

Hazily stumbling into our apartment with a new baby was—how was it, again, exactly? Overwhelming. Daunting. Our new, needy roommate terrified me. Truly. I longed for a moment to catch my breath. To process the massive event which had just occurred inside my body. An event that left me leaking, achy, and exhausted. An event that…

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