I am rarely at a loss for words. When I wrote about being pregnant for the first time, I easily put into words all the fears and emotions and joys of …
I am rarely at a loss for words. When I wrote about being pregnant for the first time, I easily put into words all the fears and emotions and joys of …
So, I've moved a couple of times. But this... this is the first time I've ever moved with kids. And I'm here to tell you people... it's a wild ride if …
*photo credit Penguin Random House "He wasn't of our kind. He was an African American." My husband repeated the sentence that my oldest had stated to him earlier that day. The book …
Wednesday. Wednesday was a terrible, no-good, very bad day. Well. Maybe not no-good. But the children were amok. It started out earlier than it should have. In the wee small hours. With a …
He called on a Tuesday. Pre-term labor, he said in his message. I took the phone away from my ear and hit CALL BACK. Voicemail. I gathered more information from a …
"Can I undo it after the news is over?" he asked. My hands were sticky with molding paste as I mussed up his generally unfussed-over head. "Sure. It's your hair." I …
I was doing one of my 452 daily perusals of social media the other day and scrolled upon a list that read, "Gift Ideas for The New Mom". I too, …
Before I had kids, I can remember talking to some parents and thinking, "gosh. If you have so much to complain about, maybe you shouldn't have had kids." When they …
I hoisted him up just a smidge and he settled in. Into that spot that has become his own. The spot. Just atop the soft padding that has grown over …
The oldest and I had a date the other night. When one of my friends, a been-there done-that boy mom who I think is the bee's knees, let me know of a …