It doesn’t matter if others thought you were too young, too old, too poor. It doesn’t matter if your children are twelve months apart or twelve years. It doesn’t matter if this is your first child or your fifth.
We We are the space holders for grief We are more than trite phrases and empty gestures with no action We show up We hold the hands of the downtrodden and we refuse to let go We welcome our shoulders being stained with the tears of the stranger and the friend We are the peacemakers… Continue reading We
I want to tell you a secret. That mom. The one who’s legs are thinner and two feet longer than yours. The mom who looks like she manages to shower almost every day AND put on make up. The one who somehow wants to work out (I’m still not entirely convinced that isn’t some kind… Continue reading I want to tell you a secret.
The old saying goes, “All’s fair in love and war,” and I am entirely convinced that phrase was coined in reference to parenthood. I’ve been momming it up hard for almost three years now and I’ve come through some arduous battles and because I am a super generous person I’d like to share some… Continue reading Top Ten Mom Battle Strategies
I am failing. Miserably. Most of what my kids eat comes from the freezer or from a can. I am an adequate (and that may be pushing it) cook but I do not enjoy it and have no patience for following a recipe to a T. Sometimes I even manage to ruin the generic brand… Continue reading I’m Failing and you Probably are Too