You, the one with the child hanging on your leg and look of exhausted defeat in your eyes. The one…
Photo Credit: pfarrell95 via Compfight cc The sounds of choking and gasping send us barreling up the stairs into his…
“My turn! My turn!” The call rings out. The toy played with for too long. The book someone wanted. One child’s…
First we were two. Figuring out how this equation of 1+1 worked. Then we were three, and no one slept…
Mothers unite. Nose wipers, boo boo kissers and diaper changers. The washers of dishes, folders of laundry and meal makers….
July. That as the last time my husband and I had a date. The night before a family wedding,…
To be real. To be ordinary and risk being called boring. To know that it’s OK when I’m not perfect…
“Mama, look.” The call goes on throughout my day. To see the latest discovery, to join the latest endeavor or…
It was my final writing piece of my senior writing seminar. I was starting a memoir. Nearly a decade later…
It was my first night out in quite some time. Partially because of budget. Definitely because of time and busyness….
