Their little hands and feet, that pack a surprisingly large punch. The tiny socks and shirts that multiply to fill…
Photo Credit: soikkoratamo via Compfight cc My writing is like laundry. It is done in snatches, between naps and meals…
I’ve been realizing over the last few weeks how absolutely blessed I am to have a man by my…
I don’t drink tea, or coffee either for that matter. But I like the idea of friends, especially busy moms,…
They see me. The real me. The one I wish I could hide behind a clean house (which it almost…
Years ago when a friend was going through a difficult time, I asked her how she was doing. She said,…
The first thing I thought of when I realized that today’s FMF theme was tree, was swaying. I’ve watched the…
The beauty of truth is that it doesn’t change. It’s the rock we cling to when the ground is moving…
I tend to be a perfectionist. That’s right, I said it. I like things a certain way and while I’ve…
I am wearied with mommy competition. It seems like all around me women are trying to justify the way they…
