(This post is part of a synchroblog celebrating the release of Sarah Bessey’s book Jesus Feminist.) Among mothers there is a certain play date etiquette we adhere to when our children rush up to us and begs, “Mom, can (insert new best friend forever) come over and play?” We don’t offer peanut products of any kind, in any configuration, in any amount. Ever. Even if the child has peanut butter smudges across her chin and brags about all the Reese’s Pieces she got... Read more