I wish it was something to be proud of; I dulled her shine so well. This glowing, beaming woman emanating joy; she was gorgeous. She was...

My value does not come from the approbation of those around me, even when it is appreciated. My value does not come from my high standing...

I love them; I love words. I can read a well-turned phrase, over and over, delighting in its structure and the sound on my tongue. None...

How much of ourselves do we owe our children? When I became a mother, how much of myself did I promise? When I became a mother of two? Of...

We laughed at my parents for their hobby, of hanging pictures at midnight, one and two AM. We could hear them downstairs, ourselves...

"Are they all yours?" "Oh, you home school?" "You're already back to work? "Are you done?" "Are you sure you want her to be an only...

I have been a mother for eleven years. I have grown and changed in a multitude of ways throughout this time, yet there always remains so...

My children are the masterpieces I suspend on the walls of the museum I curate on a daily basis. The museum is our family life that we...

I thought of a word earlier tonight that represents how I have been feeling with parenting recently: floundering. I told my husband today...

The abortion debate is… complicated. heated. saddening. infuriating. disgusting. angering. There does not seem to be a meeting place in...

(I have been unable to commit any time to writing in these last few weeks. Here is an unedited small snippet I wrote down in the thick of...

If my spouse treated me the way my baby does, it would be considered abusive. But it's my baby, so it's not. I think I experience many...

My grandmother on my father's side was a home economics teacher. My mother wanted to stop working to be a homemaker even before children...

It happened again a few weeks ago, and this time I couldn't resist commenting. A woman shared in a social media group asking if anyone...

My breaking point arrived the day I agreed one too many times to cover a shift for my co-workers, knowing the disaster it would create at...

Do you remember the woman I described to you, soaking in every second of her daughter's ballet class with delight? She is living her...

I have had an extremely full week and have been unable to put any energy into writing. Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago though!...

It was challenging to accept that the mother I am is 'alright' to be. As I stated before (link at bottom of page), the majority of...

I originally began writing this post to explain the difficult journey I traveled to accept my role as a mother, but in attempting to...

Contrary to how my first post may have made it sound (link at bottom of page), I am where I want to be. For the first time in ten years...