Our Kids Are Friends—Does That Mean We Have to Be Too?
I knew when I had kids that I would be dealing with the building and deconstruction of their friendships for…
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I knew when I had kids that I would be dealing with the building and deconstruction of their friendships for…
Continue ReadingMy boy bought me a ring. He stuck a token into a prize machine and out it popped. “It’s for…
Continue ReadingNobody tells you about the grief that comes with every diagnosis. The grief that comes from seeing your child be…
Continue ReadingThose first five. Those precious first five years have flown by. I blinked and here we are. I look back…
Continue ReadingSome people roll their eyes at the term, but I used to be a card-carrying member of the boy mom…
Continue ReadingThe summer following my eighth-grade graduation, I discovered a stone wall across from the intersection of Forest Row and Franklin…
Continue ReadingIt’s a surreal feeling to leave the hospital, with no baby in your arms. It’s one of those terrible things…
Continue ReadingI need to make dinner. But before I can do that, I need to clean off the counter, which means…
Continue ReadingFor most, summer break means freedom: slow mornings, Popsicles, Slip 'N Slides, and late bedtimes. But for parents like me…
Continue ReadingTo you, my number two: I cried big tears as I left for the hospital to deliver you. I was…
Continue ReadingI had this dream. The kind of dream that only mothers have. He was three years older than the age…
Continue ReadingTrigger warning: This post contains suicidal thoughts. If you or someone you know is thinking about harming themself, please call…
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