And we're back. You guys, this week was a doozy. Without all the details, it's been full of solo parenting, evening commitments, daytime commitments, getting behind on work and sleep, overwhelming good things, but also feeling like everyone else is soaring past with...
It takes someone to lift the veil of perfection, going first with their story that says their life is otherwise. You who do this are the brave women, the beautiful everyday warriors, the ones who makes space, and it may make all the difference to the woman you pass in...
Everytime I lose my bloggy-writing mojo, I feel like I have to re-enter with a deep, spiritually significant, poignant comeback post with a beautiful pinnable graphic and scheduled tweets to promote. Our family's coming off a week of awful illness, I'm overwhelmed in...
A few weeks ago I got asked when I was due. I smiled and kindly said, I'm not. And you know, my feelings weren't very hurt because frankly, I didn't blame the person who asked because if I'm honest, my belly looks poochy enough to be holding a baby. My belly has...
For the past few weeks, I’ve been sharing ‘Real Mom Confessions’ on Instagram and Facebook, posting a picture of something from my very real everyday stories and inviting others to chime in with their very real everyday stories too. A few of mine have been: a towering...
Last weekend we celebrated Sam's three full weeks of being diaperless. He's amazing, y'all. And we are button-bursting proud of him, so last Sunday we celebrated. Donuts and a trip to the zoo marked the occasion. He had his first corndog, more treats than I care to...
I've been in a kind of ugly place lately, a place of quiet cynicism and selfishness. I've simultaneously deferred and coveted the spotlight. The chip on my shoulder is breaking off in pieces, the seed of my secret cynic taking root and spreading like ivy on a stone...
Last week some friends of mine were talking about their first and second grade daughters, specifically the nitty-gritty of the girls’ friendships. They said their girls will tell them that one day they’re best friends with so-and-so, but the next day they the...
Some days are hard. Some days are pretty literally didn't stop moving, chasing after children hard. Some days are boneweary exhausted, didn't drink enough water hard. Some days are work isn't done, riding the hamsterwheel hard. Some days are cry in the shower hard....
I got a new sweatshirt in the mail yesterday. It's persimmon (pretty much orange), with quilted sleeves and a big collar and gorgeous fabric and it's overall lovely. I put it on and zipped it up and fell a little bit in love. For a minute I wasn't worried about how...
One of these homes backing up to our neighborhood is a Christmas holdout, strings of colored lights lining their deck railing. I love these lights. In the middle of the cold dark nights, they glow. Pacing and swaying with a sleepless baby, they glow. Struck...
I wasn't sure I'd have a word for this new year. My words had found me by January 1st in 2013 and again in 2014, but this year I was coming up dry. Several swirled around my head but not one settled into my heart. Until last Friday. On Fridays, we like to have 'Friday...
