My Mother’s Love Follows Me Still
I was one of those kids growing up who brought lunch to school every single day. From the first day…
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I was one of those kids growing up who brought lunch to school every single day. From the first day…
Continue ReadingI have often wondered if there’s something wrong with me as a mother. I look around in awe at my…
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Continue ReadingThis is the face of postpartum rage. I didn't feel sad or depressed. I didn't have anxiety. But I did…
Continue ReadingI turned around and looked behind me on the path today. I looked at all of you, with your new…
Continue ReadingI am not friends with my mother. At best, our relationship could be described as toxic. I know my situation…
Continue ReadingYou’re my firstborn and only child right now. Unfortunately, that makes you the guinea pig baby, and I’m the guinea…
Continue ReadingMy morning shuffle takes about an hour, and as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of my school…
Continue ReadingLet me let you in on a little secret—very few people know my heart. Thousands of friends and followers on…
Continue ReadingI want highlight reels of my life but not just the images—the feel, smell, taste, sound, and sights of years…
Continue ReadingWhen I say I need a break— I’m not saying I don’t love my family. I’m saying going to the…
Continue ReadingThere are certain stages of parenthood that are just dang hard. The newborn phase: sleep deprivation. Raging hormones. Stitches. Recovery.…
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