I’m Erin, a mama doing my best to raise kind children, a believer, a bookworm and a writer of creative nonfiction. My work has appeared in The Washington Post, The Everymom, Coffee + Crumbs, Mother.ly and beyond. My book, The Beauty of Motherhood: Grace-Filled Devotions for the Early Years, releases March 21, 2023.
“Tender and true, The Beauty of Motherhood is a balm to mothers. Whatever moment you find yourself in on the sacred journey of motherhood, this book will leave you feeling seen, heard, and loved.”
―Ellie Roscher, author of The Embodied Path
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Scenes from a pregnancy
Later, in the exam room, he asks if I have any questions. “Just one,” I answer, gripping the edges of the exam table. “How do I deal with all this anxiety? I’m so nervous for the baby to come . . . Honestly I’ve felt this way a lot while expecting.” I can’t bring myself to add “because of the miscarriage.” He knows though. He has my chart…
A barefoot girl in an oversized t-shirt chases lightning bugs on the thick, cool grass of her family’s front yard in suburban Chicago. Giggling, she tries to capture them with her hands but the light is ephemeral, the darkness obscures her vision and each time she lunges forward her hands come up empty. Still, she loves the chase.
A brief history of kisses
A well-written kiss is, as Stephen King puts it, “telepathy, of course.” I keep trying to capture life with language the way great authors have for me, for all of us. I still have much to learn, but I continue to practice because writing is the best means of expressing love I know — other than kissing. Good stories sweep us off our feet…
Hungry for stories
Books became my closest companions, my security blanket, my transport away from the loneliness that ached inside me. A quick and early reader, I was voracious for stories. …