Podcasts about Momma

Send us a textThere are plenty of different marriages portrayed in movies, televisions, and social media. Some are good, but there are an abundant amount that are bad or unrealistic. In this year's last episode, Nicole and Allie go through some of the portrayals they have seen recently and what they think about their accuracy. This would be a great episode to send us a text and let us know what portrayals are your favorite or least favorite. Subscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.See you in the new year GGM family!

Today's conversation with Drew's Momma, Melissa, is one that lingers long after the episode ends. She lost her vibrant, adventurous son Drew twenty-five years ago, and in the decades since, she has come to understand her relationship with grief in a way that feels both gentle and profoundly true. She says grief has not been a journey for her. Not something linear. Not something with a clear beginning or an end. Instead, grief has become a dance. A dance that ebbs and flows. A dance with rhythms she didn't recognize at first. A dance that asks us to draw close, then step back, then learn to move in ways we never imagined we could. In the early years, Melissa's dance was filled with the familiar weight of guilt and blame that so many grieving parents carry. But slowly—through connection with other bereaved moms, through grace, through honesty, and through allowing herself to sit with the pain—she found a new rhythm. Not a rhythm of "moving on," but a rhythm of moving with. Bringing Drew with her. Letting his love rise up and shape her life in unexpected, meaningful ways. Twenty-five years later, she says she still feels Drew's presence as vibrantly as ever. The love never faded. The bond never broke. The dance simply changed. Her new book, Dear Drew: Creating a Life Bigger Than Grief, captures this transformation beautifully. It honors Drew, honors grief, and honors the possibility of a life expanded—not in spite of our losses, but alongside them. For anyone in the early days of breath-stealing grief, she gently reminds you: you won't always feel the way you feel today. You learn the steps slowly. You borrow strength from others who are a bit ahead of you. And over time—one breath, one moment, one tiny step at a time—your body remembers that love still lives here, too. Grief is not something to conquer. It is something to move with. And you are allowed to find your own rhythm.

The Brooklyn band called Momma revolves around the singing and songwriting team of Etta Friedman and Allegra Weingarten who combine gauzy vocal harmonies with walls of roaring guitars. Their 2022 album Household Name was a critical favorite, and their 2025 album, Welcome To My Blue Sky, builds on that success with songs about longing, infidelity, leaving people behind, and unknown futures. Etta and Allegra of Momma play uplugged versions of those songs, in-studio.Set list: 1. Bottle Blonde 2. I Want You (Fever) 3. Rodeo

This week's featured story comes from the At Home with Martin & Sylvia collection. It's called "Holiday Delight." Between all the decorating, baking, crafting and celebrating, this year's holiday season has been a very busy one for Martin and Sylvia. When they are suddenly faced with a day with no plans, however, brother and sister don't know what to do with themselves. "Look for the delight," suggests Momma, and as soon as they do, the magic begins. If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says "Start Free Trial," then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

Send us a textPlatinum-selling country artist Jamie O'Neal joins host Jennifer Vickery Smith for an inspiring conversation about the women who shaped her, starting with her own mother, and how motherhood has transformed her music and her life.We talk about the legacy she inherited, the legacy she's building as a mom, and how these experiences are woven into her upcoming album arriving this January. Jamie also reflects on her early career breakout with hits like “There Is No Arizona” and “When I Think About Angels,” and shares what it feels like to enter a brand-new creative season.WWW.COATDEFENSE.COMUSE CODE MOMMA15 at checkout for 15% off www.coatdefense.comMOMMA15 for 15% off  www.gotitfrommymomma.tvThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by: COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% off Got it From My Momma on the WEBwww.gotitfrommymomma.tv(Become an Insider!)Host- Jennifer Vickery Smith@jvickerysmith on Instagram WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcast

Send us a textNicole has a special guest speaker, Jonelle Utt, a manager from her gym, 9Round. Listen to our episode as we talk about the importance of strength training for women. Want to learn more use the links below: 9Round Noblesville:Website InstagramFacebookFree Week Pass: text WEEK to 317-219-3456Personal Training through 9Round - 10% off if you mention the Good Grief Momma Podcast. Sign up for the free week pass & we'll talk more!One free personal training session with Jonelle - email jonelle@9roundnoblesville.com & mention the podcast.Here are the helpful home workout resources mentioned during the episode:9RoundNOW: online 30-minute circuit workouts; no equipment needed; has video guidance on form/technique; a fantastic full-body workout; $20/moLearn more: Sign up through our studio, and you'll have access to our trainers.Fitness Stuff for Normal People podcastEric Roberts Fitness: InstagramYouTubeMovement With Julie (Julie Ledbetter) Instagram Online Personal Training: We have personal trainers who work at 9Round but also work with people online (it doesn't have to be kickboxing). Email jonelle@9roundnoblesville.com and I'd love to connect you!Subscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.

This week, the sisters and Momma Ashley breakdown Thanksgiving 2025. In Dallas, Momma and Whitney go out for Thanksgiving for the first time ever while Courtney was in Los Angeles cooking up all of the Ashley Family faves for The Dads including an apricot 'mousse' that requires ingredients only found on eBay. They compare notes on Momma's controversial Uncle Ben's dressing shortcut, Courtney's "perfectly fine" rotten orange cranberry relish, and Whitney's devotion to the Ross Geller–inspired moisture-maker sandwich.  Momma also shares memories of her childhood Thanksgivings at Graham's house, where the adults didn't drink, the table could seat half of Dallas, and moving up from the kids' table basically required a divorce or a funeral. Maybe it was the turkey tryptophan, but Courtney found herself channeling Granddaddy during a Thanksgiving meditation session, which sparks a full-blown assessment of spirits, signs, and who exactly is overseeing Courtney's love life. Tune in for a Thanksgiving recap that proves you're not the only one with a crazy family!" Hey Sis, Eat This is hosted by Courtney Ashley & Whitney Wolder Follow us on social media @heysiseatthis Visit our Website for recipes and more heysiseatthis.com Contact us at hello@heysiseatthis.com

I'm not cold; you are! Or are you? The debate over what is "New England" cold was, well, up for debate. Either way, New England cold is cold. And for that reason, bus drivers deserve a lot of credit for getting those busses running early and warming up the cabs for all our students.The humpback whale population has more than quadrupled over the past decade and we are here for it.And MOMMA MANNING joins the show for an update on the football team's Class S quarterfinal win over Bloomfield.

The sisters are finally catching their breath after pulling off what might be Whitney's most ambitious idea yet: turning her house into a full 1920s speakeasy for Lance's 50th. Whitney admits there was no way she and Lance could have managed it without Courtney, her college bestie Amber, and Amber's husband Bruno coming to town to move furniture, crank out dozens of floral arrangements, and still find the energy to party until almost 4 a.m. They barely recover before shifting into Thanksgiving mode where Courtney's cooking for the dads in LA and Whitney, Lance, Momma Ashley, and Big D are going out for Thanksgiving for the first time ever. Courtney also shares a truly memorable call from her ex-husband about the insurance team inventorying their old Palisades house… including one item she never imagined hearing repeated back to her. Whitney then confesses she recently learned a past gift from Lance had a far more innocent purpose than the one she'd imagined. To wrap it all up, Whitney fills Courtney in on her latest conversation with Momma, who revealed her extremely unconventional method for ripening tomatoes leaving the sisters wondering why it has to involve Momma's bed. Hey Sis, Eat This is hosted by Courtney Ashley & Whitney Wolder Visit our Website for recipes and more heysiseatthis.com   Follow us on social media @heysiseatthis Contact us at hello@heysiseatthis.com  

Send us a textIn this special episode brought to you in partnership with UPtv, Got it From My Momma podcast host Jennifer Vickery Smith brings you conversations with country music artists and entertainment personalities for a red carpet rundown from the Country Music Association Awards! Hear From: Jay Demarcus/Nominee - Rascal FlattsHuntergirl /American Idol Runner-upDustin Lynch / 10 X Chart TopperJohn Morgan / Country Music ArtistKrista/ Tigirlily Gold - Walker Montgomery / ArtistTiera Kennedy / Country Music ArtistHeidi Westbrook / Hudson's MommaHudson Westbrook / Country Music Artist Ashley Cooke / Country Music ArtistTony Vitello / San Fransisco GiantsAdrienne Nunez / Artist & Influencer Avery Anna / Country Music ArtistKat Luna / Country Music ArtistJosh Ross / Country Music ArtistGareth / Country Music ArtistCooper Alan / Hally Williams Cooper Tanner & Midge Smith - Love on the SpectrumTyler White / Madison Marilla - Love on the SpectrumCassie Kelley / Lifestyle Influencer Karley Scott Collins / Country Music ArtistVisit www.gotitfrommymommapodcast.comBecome an INSIDER by subscriber to our newsletter on the websiteThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by the following:COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% offFollow us on Instagram:  @gotitfrom_mymommaHost- Jennifer Vickery Smith @jvickerysmith WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcastAbout the Got It From My Momma Podcast: GOT IT FROM MY MOMMA is an interview-format podcast with the moms of your favorite entertainers and athletes. In each episode, our guests share stories from an artist's childhood and the journey to stardom from the perspective only a momma can share! Fun, heartwarming, and never-before-heard stories fill the engaging episodes as we appeal to fans of the stars as well as listeners who just love good stories and great advice!About the Host - Jennifer Vickery Smith:Jennifer Vickery Smith has worked as an on-camera reporter, anchor, producer, and print journalist in both the world of entertainment and broadcast news for more than 20 years. Jennifer has worked with each of the major networks and nationally broadcast entertainment programs, including Entertainment Tonight and EXTRA. Momma herself to rising country music artist Conner Smith , Jennifer is excited to help tell stories of an entertainer's journey from a perspective only a mother can share.www.coatdefense.comMOMMA15 for 15% off www.coatdefense.comCoat Defense Pet Products15% off with code: MOMMA15 www.gotitfrommymomma.tvThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by: COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% off Got it From My Momma on the WEBwww.gotitfrommymomma.tv(Become an Insider!)Host- Jennifer Vickery Smith@jvickerysmith on Instagram WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcast

Did you know there's MAGIC in your Meditation Practice? Say Goodbye to Anxiety and Hello to More Peace & More Prosperity! Here Are the 5 Secrets on How to Unleash Your Meditation Magic https://womensmeditationnetwork.com/5secrets Hey, it's Katie and I want to welcome you to this special bonus episode. It'll be here for you completely ad-free for the next week so you can get a feel of what it's like to be a PREMIUM member. If you'd like an easy ad-free experience for all of our podcasts - that's over 200 episodes each month, then JOIN PREMIUM today at https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium You can be grateful and overwhelmed at the same time. Being a Mom is challenging…and it's ok to admit that.  The intention of today's healing meditation is to create a safe and supportive space for self compassion and self care. Let's center….calling forth your Spirit, Spirit Guides and Angels to surround, guide and protect you. Drop into your heart center and feel love and kindness for yourself. Place any intentions now…..and so it is and so be it… Join our Premium Sleep for Women Channel on Apple Podcasts and get ALL 5 of our Sleep podcasts completely ad-free! Join Premium now on Apple here --> https://bit.ly/sleepforwomen Join our Premium Meditation for Kids Channel on Apple Podcasts and get ALL 5 of our Kids podcasts completely ad-free! Join Premium now on Apple here → https://bit.ly/meditationforkidsapple I'm so glad you're taking the time to be with us today. My team and I are dedicated to making sure you have all the meditations you need throughout all the seasons of your life.  If there's a meditation you desire, but can't find, email us at hello@womensmeditationnetwork.com to make a request. We'd love to create what you want!  Namaste, Beautiful,

In this eye-opening series, Bishop Omar Thibeaux unpacks Jacob and Esau's drama to tackle misplaced blame, parental roles, self-reflection, and faith that bears fruit. Discover how to break generational cycles and live regenerated. Quote: "Stop blaming everybody else. Blame yourself and look at your mama and your daddy." Ideal for commutes—get inspired! Available on all platforms. #Podcast #ItsYourMomma #BishopThibeaux #SpiritualGrowth #FaithJourney

This week's featured story comes from the At Home with Martin & Sylvia collection. It's called "Home-Grown Thanksgiving." For as long as either Martin or Sylvia can remember, they have gone to their grandparents' home to celebrate Thanksgiving. But this year, their parents have decided to host the event at home. And not only is the traditional location changing, but Momma and Daddy have proposed to cook a Thanksgiving meal with only local ingredients — which means that everything they eat will come from their own garden or from farms nearby! Martin and Sylvia wonder: what in the world will they eat? If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says "Start Free Trial," then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com  Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com  Enjoy!

If you stop by PATINA in South Minneapolis, you might get a chance to meet Perry. How did this local cat become a draw for shoppers at the popular business? Find out from Karin Tappero-Director of Retail Operations for PATINA , and Rachel Traver who is Perry's Momma!

If you stop by PATINA in South Minneapolis, you might get a chance to meet Perry. How did this local cat become a draw for shoppers at the popular business? Find out from Karin Tappero-Director of Retail Operations for PATINA , and Rachel Traver who is Perry's Momma!

What can I say? The dapper Tomlin was in "cas" mode for pep rally day, a day of excitement and chaos. And, dare I say, mayhem? Perhaps.Decker wrestles with a panda, Laguna Beach decides on a new flag, and . . . MOMMA MANNING CALLS IN! That's right--she's back with a preview of the big Thanksgiving Eve game, War in the Woods.Lots going on today.

Send us a textWe start our episode by reading Proverbs 31. It is a popular passage because it talks about how to be a good Christian woman. It has numerous examples that seem outdated, but are they? Allie and Nicole are here to help! They read a devotional going through the passage and will share how they apply these characteristics to being a good Christian woman today. Want to read the book too? CLICK HERESubscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.

DE LA SOUL - “The Package” JUST MUSTARD - “We Were Just Here” PAUL KELLY, REBECCA BARNARD - “Made For Me” GOOD FLYING BIRD - “Fly Away” ENGLISH TEACHER, DANIEL AVERY - “The World's Biggest Paving Slab” VALERIE JUNE - "Rollin' and Tumblin” WORLD NEWS - "Everything's Coming Up Roses” DRY CLEANING - “Cruise Ship Director" THE FORMAT - “Shot In The Dark” ROBIN - “Dopamine” SUCCESSFUL FAILURES-  ”Guts” SPRINTS - “Better” THE DEARS - “Tomorrow And Tomorrow" ANNIE AND THE CALDWELLS - “Wrong”  INSECURE MAN - “Alien” CHINESE AMERICAN BEAR - "Forever Lover” THE SALT COLLECTIVE - “You Swallowed The Sun” MOMMA - “Cross Your Heart” COOKIN' ON THREE BURNERS - “I”m Coming Home To You” BARRY ADAMSON - “Babs Johnson Is Divine” SUPERCHUNK - “I Don't Want To Get Over You” SORRY  “Echoes” WHITNEY, MADISON CUNNINGHAM - “Evangeline” CHRISSIE HYNDE, SHIRLEY MANSON - “Love Letters” AIMEE MANN - “Rainy Days And Mondays” SHOVELS AND ROPE, JAMES FELICE - “People Ain't No Good”      

Send us a textThis is part two of Jennifer's conversation with the mom of Maddox Batson! The soon to be 16 year old country phenom is on the fast track- touring the country, opening for big names like Lainey Wilson and stepping into so many new opportunities.  As you know from listening to the first part of our conversation- Maddox's parents are making sure he's staying grounded, surrounding him with family and trusted friends- and prayer- lots of it.  Let's continue to conversation with Salina Batson… www.coatdefense.comMOMMA15 for 15% off www.coatdefense.comCoat Defense Pet Products15% off with code: MOMMA15 www.gotitfrommymomma.tvThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by: COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% off Got it From My Momma on the WEBwww.gotitfrommymomma.tv(Become an Insider!)Host- Jennifer Vickery Smith@jvickerysmith on Instagram WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcast

“Friends come and go, but friends will STAB YOU IN THE BACK!!!….And TAKE YO MAN!!!”- Jasmine's Momma

Send us a textMom guilt is something that follows us around from the moment you get pregnant, “I do not think I ate healthy enough today”, and sticks with us forever, “Why did I yell so much today”. We always want to encourage women to be the best moms that they can be but we also want to shift from mom guilt to mom grace. Motherhood is hard and sometimes we are our own hardest critics. This week we talk about how we are trying to shift from guilt to grace when it comes to our mindset of being a mom. Subscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.

In this episode, Whitney shows up in costume, Courtney confesses to home economic conundrum and the two recap their recent trip to Washington, DC. Last week the sisters went to the capital to interview leading marketers at The Room Brand Summit. They heard a touching keynote from Linda Roth at World Central Kitchen Courtney that had them ditching afternoon sessions in favor of having a panty dropper feast at Jose Andres restaurant Zaytinya. They also give a shout out to Rachel Goldflam, CMO of Sneex, after wearing the stylish heeled sneakers through a full day of talking and walking. Courtney goes on to shares a laugh-out-loud story involving caramel-infused ironing mishaps that left her napkins smelling like cookies. Whitney tells the tale of the Besheret bus and the art of embarrassing teenagers for sport. They wrap it up with their to-do list for Whitney's hubs, Lance's speakeasy birthday bash and all the planning still to come.  And on that note... Happy 50th Birthday, Lance! You're the unicorn of husbands, most supportive brother in law, and savviest of business partners. We could never do this without you. Love you, Love your Show! What you'll hear: What we've been cookin', who we've been entertainin', and any kitchen conundrums of the week... often in our Momma's Texas accent Chatting with siblings about what it was like around their dinner table growing up, favorite family recipes and stories that celebrate moms Interviews with celebrity chefs, restaurateurs, and culinary entrepreneurs about the influence and inspiration from their moms Weekly recipes from us and our guests posted out the Hey Sis, Eat This website - Website: https://www.heysiseatthis.com   - Recipes from our Us and Our Guests: https://www.heysiseatthis.com/our-recipes  - Call into the Hey Sis Hotline: 1-866-4 HEY SIS or 1-866-443-9747 - Email: hello@heysiseatthis.com   - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/heysiseatthis/  - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heysiseatthis  - YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@heysiseatthis 

Send us a textAt just 15 years old, Maddox Batson has gone from singing on TikTok to signing a record deal, touring the country, and opening for big name artists such as Lainey Wilson,  but his journey began long before the stage lights!In this episode of Got It From My Momma, Maddox's mom Salina Batson shares about raising a child in the spotlight, how the family's faith has guided every step, and the tough decisions that come with chasing a dream at such a young age.www.coatdefense.comMOMMA15 for 15% off www.coatdefense.comCoat Defense Pet Products15% off with code: MOMMA15 www.gotitfrommymomma.tvThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by: COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% off Got it From My Momma on the WEBwww.gotitfrommymomma.tv(Become an Insider!)Host- Jennifer Vickery Smith@jvickerysmith on Instagram WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcast

Jared and Mike welcome researcher and forthcoming author Madeline Peltz to talk about right-wing female influencer culture and the broader effort to recruit young and “fertile” women into the MAGA movement. The trio unpack the surreal online discourse surrounding Erika Kirk, her appearance alongside JD Vance, and the intense scrutiny of her fashion choices. They also dive into figures like Alex Clark, the influencer who urges young women to have children while remaining child-free herself, and Riley Gaines, best known for losing a race to a transgender swimmer and turning that moment into a political brand.Beyond individual personalities, the conversation explores what the “tradwife” aesthetic really represents — and how it ties into deeper ideological projects on the right. The episode also includes a look at the unfolding scandal at the Heritage Foundation, the latest conservative institution to confront the reality that it has a full-blown Nazi problem.No need to save yourself for marriage, this episode of "Posting Through It" is ready to recieve you!Links for Madeline:Newsletter: Number Two PencilBluesky (@peltzmadeline.bsky.social) / X (@peltzmadeline)Preorder Mike's book, "Strange People on the Hill" with the discount code STRANGE20.Transition Music: “Lucky” by Momma

Send us a textWe are so excited to welcome back guest speaker Dr. Amy Robinson, pelvic floor physical therapist from Restore Your Core PT, and our lovely sponsor. This week Allie and Amy sit down to talk about the importance of pelvic floor physical therapy, especially during pregnancy and postpartum. Learn more about how you can best take care of your body during and after having your next beautiful baby! Subscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.Click here to check out Amy's website

Jenn talks about having a date night with her hubby, Heath... and how Leo handled being away from mom and dad for the evening. 

Etta Friedman and Allegra Weingarten of Momma return! Momma is my favorite band and their new album Welcome to My Blue Sky is my favorite album of 2025. At least I'm consistent since I said the same thing about them when they were on the pod in 2023. (Their live show is absolutely killer too.)Friedman and Weingarten have been writing together since their teens, and one thing hasn't changed over the years: they still write most of their songs in Etta's bedroom. But as you'll hear, there are exceptions. Weingarten wrote the riff to "Medicine" in the shower, and the title track to the new album got its start in a green room.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29 Barbie Lynn s Genetics In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.   Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced. "Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'. "I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss. "I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?" "Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!" "Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here." "Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell. "Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'. "Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her. "You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms. "Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it. The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone. "It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied. "That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male. "Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard. "Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble. "I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore." "Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y." "And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry. "A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up." Lunch and what comes after I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk. Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead. "What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing. "I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied. "Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you." "Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed. "I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively. "No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and," "Batleth," Victoria interjected. "Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object." "I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted. "Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me." We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes. "You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave. "It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?" "Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever." "Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven. Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up. After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis. "Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15." Heaven held my hand tightly. "Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit. Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch. "Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out." I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor. "Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room. Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset. "What are you doing in here?" she asked softly. "It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped. "That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?" "I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began. "And your skirt," I pointed out." "Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second. "I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back. I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn. "Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's. "Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking  Entry." "Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked. "Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions." "Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked. When women say that, they can mean three things;          the truth,          the lure, or          the lie. Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter. "If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed. "I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower, What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked. "He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed. "Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly." "Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there." "Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing. "Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally. "I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids." "But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm. "Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender. "See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more." "How do I do that?" she panted. "I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother. "But," she stammered. "There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror." "But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried. "Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way." "Well, don't ogle, alright?" "Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?' After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up. "I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back. "I can't wear this," she gasped in fright. "Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on." You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me. "I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly. "No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality. Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather. "My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself. "My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more. "Yes Ma'am!  Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet." "Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror. "Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned. "But they, my husband can see my bra," she worried. "Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed. "Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth. "Baby Child," Savannah blathered. "Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you." See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did. "I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped. "Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it." "Oh, she trailed off. "So he's safe?" "I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots." It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps. "Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier. "Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds." "Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout. "Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it." "What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?" "Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious." "Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled. "And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully. "Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously. When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong. Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't. Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out. "Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed. Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs. "Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me." "Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly. Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio, to see if I was needed, when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over. Paige "Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane." Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her ass when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten (Norse giants), standing behind the sofa were her parents, they were freaking huge! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team. Paige's Mother was dainty, only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat, oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically? "Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face. "Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck, for tomorrow's match." We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary. "What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad, Roger; finally asked. "Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me? "We have the impression that you and our daughter are, romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if a big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter. "Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close. "Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply. "What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled. "I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?" "I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled. "Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?" "Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents. "But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally. "Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind, she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much. "She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered. "Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us; so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead. "Baby, Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?" "Sure thing, Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious. "You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite." "Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand. "No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed. Heaven I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead. "Oh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her. "My Honey likes?" I teased. "You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard." I withdrew my cock and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight. "God, I love you," she whispered to me. "I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations. "God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it. "Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I, I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold. "You don't have to," I said softly. "I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over." "No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully. Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek. "Babe?" I worried and slowed down. "I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise. "Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical. "What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly. "I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it. "You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod. Brandi Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand. "Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister, March; and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you, Zane." How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand. "Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers, my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb. "Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things, with lots of girls here?" "See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is." Well, I had to think, not exactly like I do with you. "Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened. "I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue; and he'll do all the things, to her." "You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered. "It, it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad." "And Brandi says we can have sex here with you, and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things. "I wouldn't go that far," I got out. "Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angels." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it. "Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven. "I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my cunt," Heaven raised up her hand to God. "Did he, you know, the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly. "Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot. "What other way?" March joined the conversation. "You know, like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck. "Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned. "Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle." "Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear. "Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed. "Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight. They are hot! Cappadocia Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed. "Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along. "Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and, um, young man," I greeted them. "Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it. "This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style. "It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly. "Well, Cappy would know, she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice. "So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked. "Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women, really tough women." That brought the big guy up short. "Oh well, my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered. "I believe you, she's knocked me unconscious once, in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him. "Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once." "You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in. "Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted. "Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked. "Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it. "Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith." "Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents. Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over. "Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter. "Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat." "As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded. "You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her. "Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered. "She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass." There was my girl Rio, the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia. "What?" the father darkened. "Rio," I tried to pull her away. "No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?" "I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father." "My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him. "Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw." "Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat. "Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows." "You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches, they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights, nobody's home." "Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac." "That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up." Opal "Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?" "Plotting the end of male domination of the Western World," Rio grinned wickedly. "Is there something I need to know," Opal looked from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a rescue mission for Mercy?" "Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously. "Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need it." Rio stared at her for a second. "Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously. "A lot of us like her since she came over to our side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line, most of the time." "Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered. "I keep her in line damn it." "Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you two go." "Gurrr, as long as everyone knows that she's mine," Rio was now embarrassed. "And that's why we would come to help you, Rio," Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh. "Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch." "Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'." "I'm the soul of friendliness, fuck you," she snipped then smirked at me. "Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go well," I enlightened my shower buddy. "What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you never knew. "It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home, get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of God's will," Rio stated angrily. "Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal responded. "Now hold on, they want to get married but we can certainly help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their families." "Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio wondered. "I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts." "The first day in the shower showed me as much," I confessed. "Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio, well, it took us a while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small cock." Rio reached across me and smacked Opal. "My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a guy," Rio griped. "You are only the second person on this campus to have a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to adjust." "Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio quipped. "Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I are at loose ends," Opal offered. Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal. "Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded. "I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal leered. "It's a date." Raven, and Paige again We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she was okay. "Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her a hug. She tensed up and muttered something. "What?" I wondered. "This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She kept looking down at the ground. "It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting something from me. "It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned. "Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in English without her." "Do you and my daughter have a close relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me in embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean?" I inquired. "Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh, now I thought I understood. "Mrs., Raven's Mom, Carol, please understand that being the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts." "Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed. "Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away from?" I tried a different angle. "I, Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then, "and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona." "You really do help him with other girls?" Carol sounded surprised. "Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always swarming around Zane, they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not totally the truth but hey. "I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes. "The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn beeped, it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it half way when I got blindsided and staggered. Several kisses smothered my face. "Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck shooting shit and taking names." "I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot things," I clarified. "Good," she purred then stroked my cock. "Save more of that for me." "Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter. "That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah, lots of love there. "Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and got on the bus. Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus. "Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis chuckled over Paige and I. "If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell, it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected. Working Past Homecoming. As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang emblem on the saddle bags, Stormrider's, not Valarie's. Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer. "A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers." "Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this, I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning. We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the door open and announced us. "Jill, it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died down and I heard footsteps coming my way. Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged, kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me, though. "Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's mother," Jill introduced us. "How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio for you. Fontana turned to Valarie. "You were right, you can't go ten minutes without wanting to punch her," she chuckled. "I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was plain stupid. "Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF problems." "Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated. "Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and looked seriously at Rio. "Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned. Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things. "She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive for Jill's sake, "parents." "Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that." Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me. "Zane, two more beers," she ordered. "Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have you back. How did the match go?" "It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched my arm. "How did the match go?" "What was the match in?" Fontana inquired. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness. "He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?" "Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or some shit like that. "Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room followed suit, except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made for the stairs. "Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry, Jill, beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went to the fridge, and got two beers. By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked. "What? No tip?" I wondered. "Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back her head. I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her. "That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight and she was smiling as well. Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blas , working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me. "Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder. "Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a shower." "Are you sure you know what to do showering alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch. The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either. In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do. By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were giving me were far less motherly. I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so. Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood up. "Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute, outside," she requested. "Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully. "No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't hurt you too much." "Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like you've despoiled her daughter or anything." "But I didn't," I explained desperately. "That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like you two have rolled around in that, it's not a bed. What is it?" "It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I got tired of girls taking a header off my bed." "That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled warmly. "A moment, please." I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked me over. "Zane, thank you for being a good friend to Valarie," Fontana began. That wasn't what I was expecting to hear. "Umm, okay," I responded. "See," Fontana went on, "when her father forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter." "Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked. "She's eighteen and can make her own choices." "Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU." "Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you want someone to have another go at your case, or I can shove his head down a toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed. "No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana smiled. "Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes the girls she's met, well, some of them, and she's happy that so many are heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very proud." "I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically. "No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well. "I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from. Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure," I shrugged. "Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell me," Fontana questioned. "I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now. All those answers sound plausible." "Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she really likes you because you aren't hitting on her." "She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh, Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is, I'm afraid that one day my cock is going to fall off." Fontana walked up, patted my crotch. "That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear before heading inside. Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep Later that evening At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep, on the sofa? See, Valarie and her mom were in my room, they were guests after all. In the prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything of them. Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but somewhere between the 12 and 20 beers she and Belle were sharing; Rio decided to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off. After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard, flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or softness to her. Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red bikini brief panties to my gaze. Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her right cheek. As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my head back to my pillow. "Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after we broke a long embrace. "I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other shit like that," she added. "If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I fig

The alt/indie rock band Momma is co-fronted by singers, songwriters and guitarists Allegra Weingarten and Etta Friedman, who sat down to chat with WNXP between a couple legs touring the country this year. In the spring, the band's fourth album, 'Welcome to My Blue Sky," was released to critical acclaim.

Send us a textIn this episode of Got It From My Momma, host Jennifer Vickery Smith visits downtown Franklin's Landmark Booksellers just south of Nashville Tennessee with beloved New York Times bestselling author Karen Kingsbury, often called “America's favorite inspirational storyteller.”Karen opens up about her incredible journey from sports writer for the L.A. Times to one of the most successful Christian fiction authors of all time. She shares how her faith, family, and “reader friends” inspire every story she tells, and gives us a behind-the-scenes look at her brand-new movie, The Christmas Ring.You'll walk away inspired by Karen's story of purpose, perseverance, and the power of storytelling.

Chad Zumock is glad that people aren't paying attention to him, because he's really been on a rampage against his former fans lately. Call it lack of talent, frustration at meager earnings, or just disdain for women stemming from his lack of game, but The Z-Man is losing it! Momma and Josh discover cookie butter. And did you see Karmic's new mask? What a stud! Hubba hubba! ...

Send us a text“If I have to rush, then it's a no from me.” Most of society makes a feel like when we have three activities every night, a busting social calendar, and work 60 hours then we are living our best lives. On our episode this week, Allie and Nicole talk about how the opposite might be true. Saving time for your marriage, kids, family and close friends is more important than being the busiest person around. Subscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.

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Send us a textFaith has always been important to Allie and Nicole. In recent weeks and months though both of them have found that they have hit a turning point in their faith. In this episode they talk about how they are more invigorated to read the Bible and grow their relationship with God.*DM us at our Good Grief Momma Instagram if you would like a Bible!Subscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.

KarmicX is back home in Minnesota, and it's already taking a toll on the sad slow! He's screaming, he's blocking, and he's throwing tantrums the lines of which we've never seen. It won't be long until he's back on a plane to Cincinatti to calm himself with another caramel frappe! Michael Ray Bower continues his sulk by ramping up his content production. Josh and Momma have some advice to how to mix chicken with duck sauce. ...

This week on Hey Sis, Eat This, Courtney and Whitney chat with Rachel Holtzman, the woman behind more than sixty co-authored books with names like Deb Perelman of Smitten Kitchen, Eden Grinshpan's Tahini Baby, Alicia Silverstone, Tiffani Thiessen, and Robin Quivers. Rachel shares how her path took her from the glossy Elle magazine world to the kitchen at Gramercy Tavern, blending her love of storytelling and food into a career helping others bring their ideas to life. She explains how she captures each client's authentic voice, creates space for vulnerability, and helps authors tell stories that feel personal and true. And then there is Momma Lois. Rachel learned early on that her love of food might come from childhood buffet trips where she perfected the art of a Caesar salad topped with fried calamari. She also credits her mom for her curiosity and drive. Lois is the kind of woman who once decided to learn how to make lattes at Starbucks just to understand the system, and her favorite piece of advice still guides Rachel today: “You can make your life as easy or as hard as you want to.” Pull up a plate and listen in for stories that'll leave you hungry, inspired, and maybe rethinking your next buffet strategy. Rachel Holtzman website Rachel On Instagram What you'll hear: What we've been cookin', who we've been entertainin', and any kitchen conundrums of the week... often in our Momma's Texas accent Chatting with siblings about what it was like around their dinner table growing up, favorite family recipes and stories that celebrate moms Interviews with celebrity chefs, restaurateurs, and culinary entrepreneurs about the influence and inspiration from their moms Weekly recipes from us and our guests posted out the Hey Sis, Eat This website - Website: https://www.heysiseatthis.com   - Recipes from our Us and Our Guests: https://www.heysiseatthis.com/our-recipes  - Call into the Hey Sis Hotline: 1-866-4 HEY SIS or 1-866-443-9747 - Email: hello@heysiseatthis.com   - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/heysiseatthis/  - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heysiseatthis  - YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@heysiseatthis 

Send us a textIn this conversation, decluttering expert Dana K. White shares her journey from struggling with a messy home to becoming an expert in decluttering and home organization with host Jennifer Vickery Smith. She discusses the emotional and identity issues tied to clutter, the importance of grace in the process, and how faith plays a role in managing one's home. Dana emphasizes practical steps for decluttering, the significance of understanding one's creative mind, and the freedom that comes from letting go of shame and judgment. She also introduces her latest book, which focuses on the spiritual aspects of home management.Learn more about Dana and purchase her books!https://www.aslobcomesclean.com/Visit www.gotitfrommymommapodcast.comBecome an INSIDER by subscriber to our newsletter on the websitewww.coatdefense.comMOMMA15 for 15% off www.coatdefense.comCoat Defense Pet Products15% off with code: MOMMA15 www.gotitfrommymomma.tvThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by: COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% off Got it From My Momma on the WEBwww.gotitfrommymomma.tv(Become an Insider!)Host- Jennifer Vickery Smith@jvickerysmith on Instagram WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcast

             Is the silence in your home suddenly louder than ever? Whether you've just dropped your child off at college or you've been an empty nester for years, the quiet can feel overwhelming — even painful. In this powerful episode of Momma's Motivational Messages, PK helps you process the emotional weight of empty nest silence, understand why change can trigger grief, and learn how to gently reclaim your sense of self.You'll discover: ✅ Why empty nest silence can trigger sadness, loneliness, or guilt ✅ How to name your emotions and shift from heaviness to healing ✅ What it really means when you feel “stuck” in grief, procrastination, or uncertainty ✅ Gentle, soul-centered practices to turn quiet into comfort ✅ A mindset-shifting fable about procrastination and missed seasons ✅ How to take the first small step toward rediscovering yourself✨ Free Resource Mentioned: No More Later Report – A 5-day guide to breaking free from procrastination and finally taking action.

Send us a textMeet our amazing guest speaker, Becca Brown! She is a physical trainer who is also currently pregnant with her second child. Nicole interviewed her about the importance of strength training as a mom. In this episode, we talked about strength training before, during, and after pregnancy. Listen to this great episode and share with all your momma friends who are thinking, currently or just finishing being pregnant. Connect With Becca on Instagram, her email is Slaytodayfitness@gmail.com, and for a 1 on 1 with Becca Click HERESubscribe to our email subscription here and get blog posts early, behind the scenes info, early merch drop information and so much more!Our sponsor Restore Your Core Physical Therapy is giving our listeners a special offer. If you mention the Good Grief, Momma podcast you will get $25 off of a 60-minute evaluation or $50 off of a 90-minute evaluation.

After their annual trip to the State Fair of Texas, Courtney and Whitney recap the adventurous day of eating corny dogs, drinking Mustard flavored beer, and riding a ridiculously large swing that had Courtney scared AF. With Momma Ashley in toe, they hit all of the fair highlights including the famous butter sculpture, enormous hog balls, and some last minute nachos. Next, Courtney and Whitney swap their signature martinis for beer flights with Cody Martin and Dylan Stefanos of Fort Worth based Martin House Brewing Co. in Fort Worth, TX. The brothers share how an engineer's curiosity turned into Texas' most inventive brewery where they're brewing a new flavor every week including their Mustard Beer for the State Fair or Texas. Raised by Momma Cara, a woman they describe as patient, giving, and understanding, it's clear where they learned their grounded approach to life and business. Her mix of compassion and grit comes through in every story, the kind of mom who drinks a pot of black coffee before sunrise, listens without judgment, and somehow always knows when to step in or let her children figure it out. Between sibling stories, questionable flavor experiments, and a few laugh-out-loud tasting moments, it is a Texas-size hang that is equal parts beer talk and brotherly banter. Check out Martin House Brewing Co! Martin House On Istagram What you'll hear: What we've been cookin', who we've been entertainin', and any kitchen conundrums of the week... often in our Momma's Texas accent Chatting with siblings about what it was like around their dinner table growing up, favorite family recipes and stories that celebrate moms Interviews with celebrity chefs, restaurateurs, and culinary entrepreneurs about the influence and inspiration from their moms Weekly recipes from us and our guests posted out the Hey Sis, Eat This website - Website: https://www.heysiseatthis.com   - Recipes from our Us and Our Guests: https://www.heysiseatthis.com/our-recipes  - Call into the Hey Sis Hotline: 1-866-4 HEY SIS or 1-866-443-9747 - Email: hello@heysiseatthis.com   - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/heysiseatthis/  - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heysiseatthis  - YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@heysiseatthis 

Send us a textThis week we are headed to the red carpet for the 56th annual GMA Dove Awards held this year at Nashville's Bridgestone Arena!  The Gospel Music Association has been celebrating the best in Christian, Gospel, Bluegrass, Hip-Hop and inspirational much for six decades and invited us along to talk with some of your favorite entertainers about our favorite topics- family, music, and Jesus!  Come along! www.coatdefense.comMOMMA15 for 15% off www.coatdefense.comCoat Defense Pet Products15% off with code: MOMMA15 www.gotitfrommymomma.tvThank you to our generous Got It From My Momma podcast friends! This episode is brought to you by: COAT DEFENSEwww.coatdefense.comInstagram @coat_defenseUse MOMMA15 for 15% off Got it From My Momma on the WEBwww.gotitfrommymomma.tv(Become an Insider!)Host- Jennifer Vickery Smith@jvickerysmith on Instagram WATCH podcast episodes on YouTube @gotitfrommymommapodcast

This week on Hey Sis, Eat This, things get a little fishy…literally. Courtney, Whitney, and Momma Ashley dish on everything from a dangerously delicious tuna sandwiches, to Momma's canned meat creations and Fall inspired recipes. The episode kicks off with Whitney's concern that Courtney is one panini away from mercury poisoning due to her obsession with the tuna mousse sandwich at her “office” Joe & the Juice. Meanwhile, Momma's been busy catering a top-secret wedding (that isn't so secret anymore) after telling everyone about the menu at her monthly book club. Even more shocking is the lunch she served at book club, a retro “meat mousse” made with deviled ham that has the girls gagging.  They round out the episode with their latest fall favorites. Whitney declares her Lemony, Parmy White Beans a total panty dropper, while Courtney shows off her pumpkin pie topped with Momma's famous praline — which she's now putting on just about anything that stands still.  They also give a sneak peek at next week's boozy brewery episode with the Martin House Brewing Co. brothers, Cody and Dylan. Martin House Brewing Co. brothers, Cody and Dylan. And just when you think it's over, Courtney gets a surprise visit that scares her worse than Whitney's Halloween decorations. What you'll hear: What we've been cookin', who we've been entertainin', and any kitchen conundrums of the week... often in our Momma's Texas accent Chatting with siblings about what it was like around their dinner table growing up, favorite family recipes and stories that celebrate moms Interviews with celebrity chefs, restaurateurs, and culinary entrepreneurs about the influence and inspiration from their moms Weekly recipes from us and our guests posted out the Hey Sis, Eat This website - Website: https://www.heysiseatthis.com   - Recipes from our Us and Our Guests: https://www.heysiseatthis.com/our-recipes  - Call into the Hey Sis Hotline: 1-866-4 HEY SIS or 1-866-443-9747 - Email: hello@heysiseatthis.com   - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/heysiseatthis/  - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heysiseatthis  - YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@heysiseatthis 

This week's featured story comes from the Martin & Sylvia: Learning Days collection. It's called "A Tasty Good Morning." Martin and Sylvia love all kinds of delicious foods — and breakfast might just be their favorite family meal. One day, the children are surprised to learn that their friend Laura usually only eats cold cereal for breakfast. Could they tempt her to try something new? Together with Momma and Daddy, they prepare a breakfast feast that is good enough for everyone to eat. If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says “Start Free Trial,” then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

Send us a textLegendary actress Jane Seymour (Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, Live and Let Die) sits down with her daughter Katie Flynn to join Jennifer for an intimate interview about life, legacy, and love.We dive into: ✨ Their unique mother-daughter bond 

Today on The Natural Birth Podcast we have Amanda.Amanda is a mama of 3, a stay-at-home, home-birthing mama with a passion for natural living. Over the years, that passion grew into a mission of guiding women and mothers toward more natural ways of birthing, eating, and healing.Since 2012, she's been using social media to inspire thousands to live healthier lives, from reading food labels and making better choices to questioning the mainstream narrative around wellness.Today, she's the founder of @nuvitaglobal, a women-centered health and wellness brand designed to help women feel better, live better, and thrive naturally.In today's episode Amanda shares about her first hospital birth experience as a young 20 year old to her 2 home water births after that.How she howled as a wolf and birthed her baby into the hands of her husband.Curious about Amanda? Find her on Instagram as @supermodelmomma1

He should be here. Today's guest, Lindsay, says that these are the four most impactful words that have been said to her in the year since her 6-month-old son, Chase, died from bacterial meningitis. These words don't try to cheer her up or remind her of some grand plan. They simply acknowledge the wrongness of the whole situation. Lindsay's family no longer feels complete without Chase. Smiling 'Chasey' should be tagging along, trying to keep up with his big brother, Jack. Chase should be here. From the time her two boys were tiny babies, Lindsay would read to them. She loved reading board books by Nancy Tillman, especially 'On the Night You Were Born' and 'Wherever You Go: My Love Will Find You.' This second book begins with the line, 'I wanted you more than you'll ever know, so I sent love to follow wherever you go.' The book goes on to describe how the mother's love will follow the child wherever he or she goes, whether it be going swimming, climbing trees, or marching in parades. It reminds the child that as they grow, their mother's love will continue to follow them throughout life. The last line of the book reads, 'You are my angel, my darling, my star, and my love will find you wherever you are.' Since Chase's death, Lindsay has truly realized the truth of that little board book. The book was certainly not written for grieving parents, but we can hold fast to the words of that book, can't we? Death does not end our love for our children. Our love continues to follow them after death.  Lindsay's love for Chase has followed him all the way to heaven. In the year since Chase died, her love for Chase has not diminished. Her love has continued to grow just as it does for all mothers. On Chase's birthday, Lindsay now donates 70 copies of 'Wherever You Go: My Love will Find You' to the NICU where she works and Baby Chase once stayed.  Certainly, Chase should be here as a laughing, smiling toddler, but as she sees parents read these books to their new babies, Lindsay remembers that their love for each other continues to grow, and these books will help spread that love even further.

Hi Blue Hearts! This week, Momma got taken down by C0VID and needed a little time to catch up. No full episode this week, but wow, does this five minutes pack a punch! This episode is from my monthly video newsletter (link below to sign up). I send a new energy reading out every month, designed specifically for YOU. I'll be back next week with all the post-eclipse wisdom you can handle! And more practical action steps to keep you moving closer to your most aligned life. But for now - enjoy all that October has in store for you. October is an invitation to notice the old stories that are still echoing in your mind; these “declarative statements” about what's possible, who you are, or what you should be. October is the season of shedding. This month, ask your higher self: “What story am I carrying that was never truly mine? What would open up if I let it go?”Write down those statements you've caught yourself repeating. Where did they come from? Does it still serve you? Allow the page to hold what you're ready to release, so you can move into the season lighter, clearer, and more aligned with your own truth. Tune out, tune in. LYMI!SUPPORT THIS PODCAST AND LEAVE A REVIEW! PRODUCED BY Skewed Orbit StudiosIG: instagram.com/healhahapodYOUTUBE: youtube.com/@therachellaforceVISIT: rachellaforce.com

“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.” - Proverbs 31:27. Have an episode idea you want to hear about? Shoot me a message here!Support the showShe Loved: Resting in the Beauty of Motherhood (New Motherhood Book with Ascension- Be encouraged and uplifted: www.ascensionpress.com/sheloved) I am convinced that God is on mission to restore and revive the beautiful vocation of motherhood right here and right now! Let's build up this community of catholic moms who are answering the call to this mighty work! If this episode blessed you, I would be so honored if you shared it with a friend, rated it, or left us a review! Support the show!!If you want to come join our community and help support the show I'd be so blessed! www.patreon.com/latteandlaundrypodcastI always love to connect :suzanne@latteandlaundry.com

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! Poor Orlok! Getting into a pissing contest is apparently a very dangerous affair…because he exploded into a bunch of meat slop. Waste not, want not.The group, not wanting to waste any time, quickly boards the train to Alurys. On the train, they meet a couple of very helpful and reasonable robots, which of course the group pesters. Terry's contract issues are brought to light, and a specific section of the train is put into use.Before long they make it to the kingdom and immediately seek out the castle in order to see the King.What happened to what was left of Orlok? How will Guk Guk react to warforged on the train? Is Terry still beholden to the group after the bar has burned down? Why is this one car on the train so sticky? Tune in and find out!We now have a PO Box! Wanna send us something? PO BOX 3178 Gettysburg, PA 17325All of our previous seasons can be found on our new channel!⁠⁠Botched Archives⁠⁠!A special shout out and thank you to all of our supporters over on Patreon. You help us continue to churn out “quality” episodes. With your continued support we can take our show on the road! Check out our store over at ⁠⁠⁠Botched Podcast⁠⁠⁠ where you can find tshirts, stickers, pint glasses and more!Give us a 5 star review on Itunes. Doing so will help the show grow, but we will also read out whatever you write at the end of one of our episodes!Feel free to email us any questions, comments or suggestions at BotchedPodcast@gmail.comFollow us on ⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠, subscribe on ⁠⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠⁠, like us on ⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠.You can watch the show live on ⁠⁠⁠Twitch⁠⁠⁠!Check out each of the hosts' Twitch streams! ⁠⁠⁠Dennis⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Phil⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Tristan⁠⁠⁠Hosts: ⁠⁠⁠Dennis⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Phil⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Tristan⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠Steve⁠⁠⁠Editor: Philip D Keating And Dennis RobinsonProducer: Phil and DennisExecutive Producers: ⁠⁠⁠James Thatcher⁠⁠⁠, Chronic Ejac, Jim Beverly,Disgruntled Furniture, Chris Wisdom, ShinigamiSPQR,  Jayson Haiss, and Scabby GoosePublisher: Phil and DennisArt by ⁠⁠⁠Emily Swan⁠⁠⁠Music by ⁠⁠⁠Gozer⁠

This week's featured story comes from the Martin & Sylvia: Saturdays! collection. It's called "True Colors." One autumn morning, Momma tells brother and sister that the oranges, reds and yellows of autumn leaves are actually their true colors — that the green actually masks those colors until the fall. This reminds Sylvia of something she has been masking — and gives her the courage to tell the truth. If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says “Start Free Trial,” then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com Enjoy!