Humble ramblings of a mom surviving chaos on laughter and luke-warm coffee.
If someone's going to get hurt at a playdate, it's likely that they're going to be hurt by my child. There, I said it. *Exhale* She is a wild one. She likes to get her way. She uses all the most aggressive tactics to make it happen. Heck, I've seen her hurt a friend just …
Dear Snow Day, I know you have the best of intentions. You're only here to protect our most valuable people—children and teachers. You swoop in, protect everyone's lives and get zero praise. In fact, you catch quite a lot of crap for it. And I'm totally guilty. Here's why I think you'll have to continue …
Love at the beginning of this decade looked a lot like shiny diamonds and dinner dates. Today, it looks a lot like cleaning something...anything.
As I hustle and bustle through the holiday season, listing out the gifts I need for everyone I love in a Google doc, and purchasing 90% of it on Amazon, who just alerted me that said item just went on sale, I can't help but think of my mom. She did this, too. The list-making …
Continue reading A Holiday Ode To Moms of the Pre-Amazoic Period
An honest mom's essay about the importance of neighborly relationships even in today's hyperconnected world.
My oldest daughter turned 7 yesterday and I found myself texting my best friend, "How is this possible? She's halfway to a teenager but I just became a mom yesterday and I'm not even good at it yet." And if that isn't the truest thing that I've ever said—I'm not even good at it yet. …
Continue reading I’m 7 Years Into Motherhood and Still Winging It.
The kids are already tucked in their beds, on time. Maybe even early. They’re freshly bathed for the first time it what seems like weeks. Their outfits for the morning are actually laid out, which means their socks will match at least for one day. This is elementary school eve. Even more than birthdays it …
