I'm realizing that achieving the "dream" I thought I had might mean not having this life I love.
Happily Unfamous
In All Things, Give Thanks
I wanted to celebrate something normal in a year when so many not-so-normal things are happening.
The Happy/Sad Days of Covid-19
As blessed as I am to have my family safe at home, I go to bed each night sad and terrified for others.
No Filter Needed
I don't want her to see the freckles where the summer sun kissed her face -- and make them disappear.
Moms With Young Kids: You Won’t Enjoy Every Second (and that’s okay)
At the grocery store last week, I couldn't help but hear the commotion in the next aisle over: A tiny newborn crying, an adorable little voice asking repeatedly for a cookie, and something banging into a shelf. As I rounded the corner, I saw a huge plastic truck cart being driven by a preschooler while... Continue Reading →
Letting Go of FOBO
It just happened again. I had the same conversation with one mom as I've had with several others as summer is ending. "I just feel like we didn't do enough," she said. I responded with "Oh, I'm sure you did plenty," but as much as I can try to convince someone else, I'm having a... Continue Reading →
The Kids are Driving Me Crazy (or is it the other way around?)
A few weeks ago when a text that said "Be careful" popped up on my phone, it was nice to see. I'm so used to getting the ones that say "Where are you?" and "You almost here?" and "Pick me up in two minutes." The difference in the text that day was that it came... Continue Reading →
The Journey of Motherhood
For 18 years, I've been living with one man. Hanging one man's shirts. Sorting one man's socks (and picking his dirty ones up off of the floor). Folding one man's underwear. Last week, that man found another pair of men's underwear in his drawer. "These are not mine!" He said. But instead of freaking out... Continue Reading →
Too Much Space
"Man, I'm tired," my husband yawned the other morning. "Anna was kicking me all night long." I just smiled and shrugged. The thing is at 6 years old, she only hops into our bed now a couple times a week, and when she's not there, it almost feels empty. For the first 13 years as parents... Continue Reading →
When Will Daddy Be Home?
It used to be me who asked. After hours of feeding, wiping, changing, bathing and feeding again, I'd look up at the clock and mumble with gritted teeth, "When will Daddy be home?" In the early days, it was hard. I did everything I could to be a fun mommy. I set up a little... Continue Reading →
Who Stole My Bon Bons? 