Janelle Delagrange

To Those Who Don’t Feel Ready

I get asked every so often, “So, would you ever get a degree?” To which I promptly say, “No. Probably not.” When I was 18, I went to college for two weeks, and bailed with tears streaming down my face. I packed up and ran in only a few hours. I was not ready. NotContinue reading “To Those Who Don’t Feel Ready”

Pep Talk: A Message to Myself

You know what’s really trying, as a parent? Trying to get anything done. Ever. We’ve been trying to renovate/update our home for the past handful of years, and we’re still inching along, slowly making progress. It drives me absolutely crazy. Half-finished projects make me feel so unproductive and unmotivated, that I find myself only wantingContinue reading “Pep Talk: A Message to Myself”

Little Old Me

I wrote an essay my junior year of high school that changed my life. I wouldn’t say it’s the most profound thing I’ve ever written, but the review I got from a college essay critic changed everything about me. They wrote something like, “I have been a teacher for so-and-so years, and I have neverContinue reading “Little Old Me”

Eyes for a King

Before I knew my place in this world, I felt like I didn’t fit. When I was in elementary and middle school, I was teased by boys because of the gap in my front two teeth. I often loathed the way I looked and couldn’t wait for braces to be mine. Soon enough they were,Continue reading “Eyes for a King”

Dust to Dust

It kind of feels like for the first time in five years, the dust has settled in our life. For so long, it’s all I’ve ever known: the hustle and bustle of birthing babies and leaps of faith and raising boys. Something was always changing, whether it was the size of my belly or theContinue reading “Dust to Dust”

Notes from the Week

I’ve had some writer’s block this week, which is frustrating when you’re a writer and write on a weekly basis for a self-titled blog. I realized, quickly, that God was sheltering my words for something else. I used to think it was me when writer’s block would hit. Sometimes, it is; sometimes it’s because my noseContinue reading “Notes from the Week”

Runner’s High

When I was in 8th grade, I ran cross country in the fall to “stay in shape” for the soccer season in the spring. I mostly hated it, but that’s not really the point. I remember during one race, I was pacing slightly ahead of one of my teammates. Another girl from another school andContinue reading “Runner’s High”