My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Why Imperfect is Enough

I lay there in my bed, hands reflexively resting on my belly. The days of feeling little baby kicks are long gone, but some of the roundness remains. I thought of what my body was, what it is. And in that moment I did something radical.


Want to know what I did?

I am so excited to be sharing words at The Better Mom again! Click here for the rest of the story! 

You need to these words today.


Sharing words at #raralinkup and with these great writers today!

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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

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