I Hope They Remember the Good
Now—here in this chaotic madness of puberty, forming their own friendships, long days of ball practice after ball practice, long…
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Now—here in this chaotic madness of puberty, forming their own friendships, long days of ball practice after ball practice, long…
Continue ReadingA mom's job is not to plan, shop, and cook. A mom's job is to nourish with love. A mom's…
Continue ReadingThese days are hard, mama. The sleepless ones. The nights you are awake every hour feeding your hungry newborn. The…
Continue ReadingMy oldest son, you are entering new corners of the world. Corners in which I am not allowed to enter…
Continue ReadingMothers are encouraged to retain their pre-parent identities. After all, our teen and early adult years are spent figuring out…
Continue ReadingI’m 32, and like most of my friends, my kids are still young. My first is in kindergarten this year,…
Continue ReadingIn the days leading up to my 40th birthday, I occasionally found myself in tears. The same emotional meltdown happened…
Continue ReadingAdmittedly, I’ve needed to change the way I perceive things. Mostly, my life. My hands are full. I’m at this…
Continue ReadingOnly one pink line. Negative. Again! My heart sank into depths it had never reached before. Was there any hope…
Continue ReadingThe chair rocked back and forth, my baby’s sniffles the only sound in the quiet room. In the dark, I…
Continue ReadingWe were her parents for 45 hours until they told us we couldn’t be. I (Rachel) don’t remember when I…
Continue ReadingSadness. That’s what I felt the moment they placed her in my arms. And then—before my arms even tightened around…
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