Tagged Ashleigh Slater


The Slow Wean

When my daughter Savannah turned two in 2010, we entered the dreaded season of pacifier weaning. It was hard. Very hard. She was not happy to lose her precious “Night Night,” as she called it. The thing is, I understood all too well. You see, it had only been two months since I’d experienced a…


Christmas Favorites: Steven Curtis Chapman’s “Joy”

Steven Curtis Chapman is one of the few artists I’ve listened to for over 20 years. Yeah, I’m dating myself. Give me a minute to digest how old I feel right now. Okay, we can move on. I still remember buying his 1990 album, For the Sake of the Call, on cassette tape. Although, not…


The Curse of the Tall Man

My daughter Ava’s birthday fell on Black Friday this year. While other Atlanta locals combed Wal-Mart, Atlantic Station, and IKEA for the best deals on HDTVs, Banana Republic blouses, and LACK side tables, our family attended the Center for Puppetry Arts’ morning performance of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I think everyone else who wasn’t shopping…


Black Friday and the Allure of Legos

This year, for the first time in my married life, I seriously considered leaving the comfort of my quiet, warm Craftsman-style house and pink Aeropostale sweat pants to brave the wilds of “Black Friday.” For me, that’s a big deal. You see, I don’t like crowds. I avoid malls and Wal-Mart on normal weekends like…


Mended: Week 7

Hi Ladies. It’s Ashleigh again. We are on Week 7 in our discussions of Mended: Pieces of a Life Made Whole. Last week, I mentioned how quiet our discussions have been. I’ve decided, due to lack of participation, to end this particular book selection early. As we embark into the Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year…


Mended: Week 6

Hi Ladies. It’s Ashleigh again. As I sat down to write this post, I felt like Sid the Science Kid, tapping on my microphone and asking, “Hey, is this thing on?” (And yes, for the record, I do watch far too much children’s television.) It’s been a bit — okay, more like very — quiet…


Mended: Week 4

Hi Friends. It’s Ashleigh again. We are on Week 4 in our discussions of Mended: Pieces of a Life Made Whole. If you have yet to comment, it’s not too late. The way this book is structured, you can comment at any point. So if you’ve yet to share your thoughts, jump in. Our readings…


Mended: Week 3

Hi Friends. It’s Ashleigh again. This post marks Week 3 in our discussions of Mended: Pieces of a Life Made Whole. If you have yet to comment, it’s not too late. The way this book is structured, you can comment at any point. So if you’ve yet to share your thoughts, jump in. Our readings…


The Pastor’s Kid

Daughter of a Bible college student. Granddaughter of a seasoned minister. I could recite my dad’s sermons word for word. At a young age, I was acutely aware of the eternal. I practiced my evangelistic skills on my little sister and my neighborhood friend two houses down. No doubt impacted by my dad’s and grandpa’s…


Mended: Week 2

Hi Friends. It’s Ashleigh again. Well, Week 1 in our discussions of Mended: Pieces of a Life Made Whole started off slow. Really slow. My hope is that we’ll gain momentum with each week. So if you’ve yet to comment, jump in. This week we read the chapters “Crucified by Love,” “Why Weren’t You Moses,”…


Mended: Week 1

Hi Friends. Ashleigh here. Welcome to Week 1 of our fall book club. I’m excited to dive into our selection, Mended: Pieces of a Life Made Whole, with you. But first, let’s review the ground rules: If you must “blurk,” feel free to. But we’d much rather have you as an active participant. It’s just…


Soul Check with Sarah Kittle

Although the American Dream includes a college education, it’s not always the path God takes individuals on to reach the goals and plans He’s prepared for them. Just look at actress and author, Candace Cameron Bure; CCM artist, actress, and author, Rebecca St. James; and my sister, Sarah Kittle. Sarah is the producer, director, editor,…


The Starbucks Neighbor

I made my way through the large glass doors that marked the entrance to our hotel on Fisherman’s Wharf, and had to pause. The crisp early morning air rushed to embrace me like a long-lost friend. Shrouded in a dense fog, its touch awoke my senses. I felt exhilarated. My eyes traveled longingly across the…


The Good Wife’s Guide: An Interview with Darlene Schacht

Today was one of those days. Let’s just say my three-year-old was in anything but rare form. By dinner, I told my husband, “She’s your child for the rest of the day.” I felt justified in my frustration and anger with her. After all, did she really have to scream as we walked the aisles…


Money Talk with Crystal Paine

Last spring we cancelled our DirecTV service. Ted’s second layoff in twelve months – the first due to budget cuts, the second to reorganization — forced us to realize we couldn’t afford it any longer. The money we were spending on entertainment needed to be put to better use. You know, stuff like groceries and…


The Real Couple Behind “The Vow”

It was November 24, 1993. Newlyweds Kim and Krickett Carpenter headed west from their home in Las Vegas, New Mexico, toward Phoenix, Arizona. They planned to spend their first Thanksgiving as a married couple with Krickett’s parents. But they never made it to the house that night. There was an accident. Their white Ford escort…


Be Courageous, Mommy

My six-year-old, Ava, and I walked hand-in-hand back to our house. It was after sunset, and we were returning home from a dinner with friends. What should have been a leisurely stroll, wasn’t. My heart raced. Small noises beckoned for my attention. Did Ava notice me nervously looking over my shoulder? Did she realize that…


Eva and the Big Ship

My husband perished on the Titanic. Well, sort of. Yesterday, Ted, our daughters, and I were invited to a Mommy Blogging Event at the Titanic Museum Attraction in Branson, Missouri. It was a short drive from our home in Springfield and we thought it would be a good Saturday diversion. Who could have anticipated that…

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