Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

Burnt to a Crisp

If I was on the verge of burning out a few months ago, then today I’m officially toast burnt to a crisp. Burnout is a very real thing. That is why, after saving a draft of this post for some time now, I’ve chosen to expose myself like this. I think most moms face burnoutRead the whole post >>

Perspective

Sometimes I need a shift in perspective. When I’m on the verge of falling prey to self-pity, God often gives me in-your-face wakeup calls that say, “Hey, drama queen. Stop the pity party and take a good look at how incredibly lucky you are.” Like when I complain about only being able to kiss myRead the whole post >>

Shame on Me

My husband has been working long hours all week. He gets home around midnight just when my head hits the pillow after shushing and nursing the baby into a deep sleep. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek and then we say a quick goodnight, and that’s about it. Sigh. Our mornings have beenRead the whole post >>

On the Eve of New Motherhood

Yes, I’m still a gestating machine, a freak of nature who can walk around “ripe” and ready to burst without any bursting for a month. I’m now 4 cm dilated and fully effaced. Baby’s head remains engaged. I’m also experiencing nausea again and have low blood pressure and dizziness, which my midwife thinks is theRead the whole post >>

“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”

―Flannery O'Connor