So much of my life I always felt as though I didn’t quite fit in. In high school I was…
My son doesn’t say much. He knows maybe ten words, but uses two of three. None of those is mama….
Listen I hear him first at 5:15 AM, earlier than usual even for our early riser. I wait and listen…
My son falls a lot. He’s almost 15 months old and recently starting learning to walk. But even before that…
The sound of yummy noises fills my kitchen. The munching and mumbles of delight are so loud that my husband…
My bones feel tired. From exercise meant to keep me young and spry. From too many late nights spent pursuing…
She wouldn’t call herself brave. She shares her painful frailties, the rawness of her experience without a filter. The depression,…
Jump I’m the girl dusting the parachute. I plan to a fault. I make lists of my lists. It can…
After the children have gone to bed, the house seems quiet. Occasionally we hear sleepy moans and mumbles or little…
Don’t forget to call the portrait studio and that woman who said she’d talk to me about coping with kids…
