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FOR THE MOTHERS WHO FEEL UNSEEN

May 9, 2020

Free and Focused: How a 67 Year Old Typewriter is Changing the Way I Write

April 29, 2020

Simple Joys

April 7, 2020

Creativity & Caring (too much)

January 24, 2020

Happy 1st Birthday, Natasha! | Crate Paper Hey Pumpkin decorated Halloween Party

November 7, 2019

Pretty Pink Peonies

July 18, 2019

A Recap of February + March + April (2019) | Favorite Photos

May 21, 2019

A Recap of January (2019) | Favorite Photos

February 3, 2019

Natasha Nailah’s Birth Story + Birth Photography

November 21, 2018

Memory Keeping | Summer Travelers Notebook

June 27, 2018

July Is My Fave.

July 22, 2017

Finding My Way Back

April 11, 2017

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You speak. I'll listen. 🖤 #blackouttuesday

You speak. I'll listen. 🖤 #blackouttuesday

I think deep down, I've always been a little more

I think deep down, I've always been a little more wild. I just got stomped out and transplanted before I could really take root. ❤

Silence Is Supremacy... these words and more on my

Silence Is Supremacy... these words and more on my blog. (marybethhancher.com) I assume it will either ruffle some feathers, have people from my hometown nodding in agreement (hello, there was a KKK rally there!!!!!), or-- and hopefully-- fuel you to begin taking active steps. We have to fight this injustice together. ❤#fightlikechrist #blacklivesmatter #silenceissupremacy #georgefloyd #icantbreathe

It's not one line like I normally write, but that'

It's not one line like I normally write, but that's because I cannot narrow down what I have to say about, who I now call, my Unsilent Savior. Following Jesus means silence is not an option. You see injustice, you fight it. You see oppressive chains, you break 'em... and occasionally turn them into a whip to clear the area, even if it's in your own church with those who claim to be your own people. I have to finish up some edits tonight, but please come back tomorrow to read a piece I wrote about #georgefloyd, the prejudices I grew up with in my hometown (ones I was wrongly and embarrassingly silent on- I am truly so sorry), and the next steps we all should be taking, especially anyone who makes the bold claim to follow our Bold Christ. (My husband read it and said, "Babe, this is really good. I am so so proud of you." He doesn't give false compliments, y'all, even to me when I'm fishing for them. 🤣 So I may have just found my writers voice... and the key that unlocked it is anger.) Until then, I hope you read this and see a minor glimpse of this beautiful God-Man I adore. ❤

Last night, Natasha was pointing to a sign we have

Last night, Natasha was pointing to a sign we have hanging in our kitchen. It has many words, and at first I wasn't sure what she was saying. But then I heard it... "K. K for kiss." I picked her up, told her to point to what she saw and sure enough her little finger landed on the right letter.👏 So, basically, what I'm trying to say is I'm raising another girl-genius. 😉❤

I woke up, saw the video, and I cried. Right in fr

I woke up, saw the video, and I cried. Right in front of my daughters. Nadia asked what I was watching and I didn't shelter her from the truth. Some might think it's too heavy for a child. It is, and it SHOULD BE for all of us. I grew up in the whitest town I've ever seen, and when my 7th grade English teacher shared To Kill a Mockingbird with me because she thought I could handle it, I ignorantly assumed I was reading about a buried form of social injustice that no longer was a problem. My oldest is 9, she now lives in another white farmtown in America, and I refuse to let her live under the delusion that I did. I won't raise my girls to quietly "agree to disagree"- you see injustice, you fight it. You hear a racist joke, you do the unfunny thing and shut it down. You hear a racial slur? Challenge it. But the disgusting truth is, many of us (white people) cringe, perhaps cry, hashtag and claim solidarity when another story like this circulates, but then we move on with our lives. We are shocked when we see news stories, and the effect lingers for a short while until we find something else to do. Please don't act like that's not true. Do you think the black lives of this world are shocked? I don't. Someone tell me I'm wrong. Someone tell me that they can appropriately take time to mourn this one man without knowing deep down that this will not happen again. I pray to God I see the day that this will not happen again. But that day is not coming without people like me, like you, willing to get in there and acknowledge that white supremacy is as alive as ever, #blacklivesmatter (and for the love of everything, please understand there has never been an argument that other lives don't matter... the alllivesmatter hashtag is actually quite offensive because it undermines exactly what the original stands for), and then FIGHT. Go do something about it. Take action. Talk to people. Read. Vote. Speak up. And while I love writing my daily poems, today there was nothing more to add to George Floyd's words..To the Floyd family, our hearts go out to you. We are sending you the deepest of condolences & keeping you in our prayers. With love, The Hancher Family #icantbreathe

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