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We were sitting in the third row at First Baptist Church on Easter Sunday, the air conditioning was broken, and my oldest daughter Mackenzie was literally trying to claw her way out of her own clothes. She was maybe two...

It was Thanksgiving 2017 and Maya was exactly two months old. I had spent forty-five dollars at a big box store on this tiny, stiff, maroon velvet dress with a metallic gold Peter Pan collar because I was a first-time...

I was sitting waist-deep in a pile of aggressively red, synthetic fleece at 11 PM on a Tuesday, completely drenched in sweat. My oldest, Wyatt, was screaming in the background, my husband was staring at me like I'd completely lost...

It's currently July, you're sweating completely through your maternity shorts in the hundred-degree Texas heat, and for some ungodly reason, you're scrolling the internet looking at a stiff, synthetic red velvet monstrosity with eighty-two sequins on it. I need you...

I'm currently staring at a miniature three-piece tweed suit that my mother-in-law mailed us for my 11-month-old daughter's first holiday party. It has an actual pocket square. It has a vest with decorative buttons smaller than a grain of rice....