“Is being a stay-at-home-mom enough?”
“Does chopping onions and folding laundry really matter?”
“Does he really think I’m beautiful?”
In some ways becoming a wife and a mother was as exhilarating as Abbie envisioned; in other ways it was stifling and painstakingly ordinary. A candid memoir about growth, faith and belonging, Stretch Marks I Wasn’t Expecting delves with startling honesty into conversations about infertility and inner-city living, mommy wars and the incarnation, letdowns of marriage and learning to notice God in the mundane. With thoughtful and deeply resonant prose, she documents a universal search for meaning and belonging.