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I am a hostage negotiator—my voice soothing and calm while I talk down an incensed child holding his sister hostage…
Continue ReadingBeing a mom is hard. The endless messes to clean up. The sleepless nights and sticky fingers touching everywhere. The…
Continue ReadingYesterday I lost my mother-of-the-year award. Oh well, I was probably already out of the running. I’d been nagging my…
Continue ReadingI’m that friend. The one who takes forever to respond or sometimes doesn’t at all. She’s me. I’m the follow-up…
Continue ReadingMy days don’t belong to me. Somewhere between watching my kids at the third park of the weekend and four…
Continue ReadingLast night, I was dragging our overflowing hamper through the kitchen and into the laundry room, trying not to curse…
Continue ReadingOnce 5 a.m. hits, I know I’m finally in the endzone. For whatever reason only known to my 9-month-old, between…
Continue ReadingEvery year, I forget about the month of December. Not that it’s on the calendar, of course—I know it follows…
Continue ReadingTonight I came home and made the choice to do nothing. As a working parent, there are a million things…
Continue ReadingI'm sorry I appeared absent when you woke with so many things to say. I promise I was listening, but…
Continue ReadingSometimes I feel like I get so stuck in a rut of being Martha that I forget about the beauty…
Continue ReadingThe acrid aroma pierced my awareness before the sound of the alarm did. Consciousness desperately trying to break through the…
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