To the Rest of the World I’m Too Heavy, But God Carries Me
This is 200. This is what four kids in seven years, COVID, seven months of high dose prednisone, and life,…
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This is 200. This is what four kids in seven years, COVID, seven months of high dose prednisone, and life,…
Continue Reading“Maybe I’m just a bad miscarriage mom,” I whispered to my husband lying in bed one night. We were at…
Continue ReadingOur children are mostly grown at this point. Mostly. There are no toys lying all over the house. Clothes and…
Continue ReadingI schedule my laundry-folding sessions for the nights when my favorite show is on TV. I think the habit grew…
Continue ReadingWe are the generation of mothers who know too much. We know what we shouldn't eat when we're pregnant, what…
Continue ReadingI didn’t know you. We were always together—I fed you from my body, then my hands. I bathed you, I…
Continue ReadingTo my pandemic baby on your first birthday, It's been almost a year of stillness and distance. One year of…
Continue ReadingThe grocery store line edges forward and my daughter and I step in synch to the last of the blue…
Continue ReadingI’ve been at my happiest since I’ve had children. I’ve also been at my lowest. I’m a much better version…
Continue ReadingI’m doing everything I can and it’s not enough. People I invite into my home know. There’s yesterday’s mac and…
Continue ReadingI write a lot about my son being nonverbal. It is the most frustrating and challenging part of dealing with…
Continue Reading“It’s moving day!” I announced a few weeks ago. I’ve said this at least 10 times in the last 15…
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