Emily Baldwin

Sometimes I wish I could go back. Not to change anything. Not to relive anything. Just for five minutes. I would find the woman I used to be, the one standing in a grocery store with a cart full of food for her children, staring at the total on the screen and already feeling the anxiety creeping into her chest. She wasn’t worried that there wasn’t enough money in the bank. She was worried about what would happen when she got home. How much did you spend? Why did you buy that? Why did...

I have some family-court tea to spill. Except this isn’t the fun kind. This is the kind where you spend years being told you’re angry, difficult, bitter, controlling, or “high conflict”—only to sit back years later and watch the exact thing you warned everyone about happen. So, to the custody evaluator and the attorneys who had a front-row seat to my divorce: Do you remember me? Because I remember you. I remember trying to explain that 50/50 custody on a piece of paper wasn’t going to...

An uncomfortable conversation about faith, abuse, and the women we were called to become. Unpopular opinion: What if the enemy doesn’t have to destroy a gifted woman? What if he only has to keep her so consumed with surviving one person that she never has the energy to become who God called her to be? I have been sitting with that thought. Because for years, I struggled with something I heard often from women of faith who were living in unhealthy, toxic, and sometimes abusive marriages: “God...