I am an American-born woman, a wife, and a mother of two.
I prefer to go by my full name. The family into which I was born and the family into which I chose to marry are equally important to me.
I have a master's degree. I was able to attend graduate school because my husband supported me: my dreams and my finances.
I teach full-time. I love my job. I like it when people ask me whether I like my job. I like it less when people ask me who cares for my children while I am working. When my husband worked three jobs, people never seemed to ask him the same question.
I was nursing my baby boy until two days ago. I love tucking my children into bed.
I believe my husband is the spiritual leader of our home. I do not, however, believe that he is always right.
I receive a paycheck in my name that is more than my husband earns per month. However, I believe we are both earning the same amount. Whatever is mine is his. It is unimportant whose name is on the paycheck because we are both working hard toward a goal united: to support our family.
I am uninterested in identifying myself as a feminist.
I more interested in claiming my personhood as woman who struggles mightily to be more like Jesus Christ.
There are women like I am everywhere.
Someday there may be more of us; I am raising one of them.