Bars, Bottles, Betrayal

I went out to a bar with a couple of my girlfriends from work. I lived a very sheltered life in my youth, so going to a bar for the first time at 24 was an eye-opening experience. There were people everywhere. The music, the energy, and feeling seen... it was intoxicating. I spent most of my life trying to hide from people, but I found myself enjoying the attention I was receiving. It was like electricity crackling every time I felt eyes on me.

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The Creative Practice of Painting in Motherhood

I have always been a creative person, but I did not start painting until I was firmly in the trenches of motherhood, growing a family, and finding direction in my career. The pressures of life and work and my new found responsibilities of raising a child seemed to caution me against taking on something new—something that I was not one bit good at, something that was for myself only, and something that had no apparent payoff.

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Crying for My Baby Who Didn't

It was the day we were all going to find out if we were having a little boy or girl. Our excitement permeated the room as the technician’s lack of communication led us to prodding her for all the details. She measured and looked and measured and looked, not saying much. She finally revealed he was a boy and we cheered. She did not congratulate us. Her demeanor was odd and she instructed us to go back upstairs and speak with the midwife.

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Most Popular Posts from the September Archives

As you know, we’ve been around for over four years now - first as Holl & Lane Magazine and now The Kindred Voice. It’s been an incredible pleasure to be a part of so many women’s lives and stories. As I reflect on these stories, I thought it’d be interesting to see which pieces resonate with you during certain timeframes. Perhaps there are common themes in these blog posts. Or maybe some strike a chord just for certain seasons. Either way, join us as we look back in time to the top posts of our September archives.

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In Praise of Daughterhood

Motherhood carries a woman through the rest of her life; it knows no end, no timeline, no expiration. But daughterhood is more mysterious, more fragile, and more tangled. In part it is something we choose, but also something that is gifted to us. The mother-daughter relationship can often take many forms and finding a healthy balance is difficult.

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Our Brand New Name + Brand New Issue

It is finally here. The day that we get to reveal our brand new name to you.

I started Holl & Lane Magazine in 2015 as a sort of creative side hobby. I had a full-time job, a new baby, and no intention to start an actual business. But fast forward to 2018 when I had my second baby and started to realize that this creative side hobby of mine had turned into an actual business.

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Summer Break

In the magazine world, things don’t stop. We’re always working one to two issues ahead and so there is always, ALWAYS, something to do. Add in social media, newsletters, and the boring admin tasks and in the last 4 years, it doesn’t feel like we’ve ever gotten much of a break.

So, we’re going to take one now.

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I Have Emetophobia

On the plane ride over a girl two seats behind me got airsick, very airsick. The flight attendants had to close one of two restrooms on the plane because it was covered in vomit. As soon as I registered what was happening my stomach coiled, my chest clenched. I felt trapped in my own body. I was so close to her. Was it the stomach flu? Could I get sick by breathing the same air?

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Our Top 10 Blog Posts of All Time

We have shared stories from over 1,000 women around the world. We have been called a lifeline and a safe space. Women have come to us when they are in the deepest despair of their lives seeking community and a hand to hold. It has been scary, overwhelming, and the most rewarding thing I've ever done. These stories have made us laugh, made us cry, and most importantly, they have brought us together in the arms of compassion and love.

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Trying Self-Acceptance On For Size

My daughter, Zoey, sits on a bench beside me, moving her legs back and forth to the beat of the song she quietly sings. In the mirror before me, I see her kicking feet, and I am grateful her movement has momentarily pulled my attention toward her reflection and away from my own. But soon my gaze shifts back to my body to the task at hand, and I’m wishing I was somewhere else.

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From Death to Life

I will never forget the first time I laid my eyes on the piece of ground where my dad took his last breath. My husband and I, along with our two children, made the long drive from our East Coast home to the rural Midwest town where my dad resided. Though I had spent my growing up years in the general area, I was only vaguely familiar with the stretch of road that would now be forever etched in my mind.

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I Miss My Mom

Losing a parent is never easy. When it happened to NJ, she became paralyzed with grief, thinking of the milestones that her mother would never see her accomplish. But she became determined to live up to and share her mother’s legacy with those she loves - especially her children.

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