Childhood Is Messy with Imagination and I Want to Remember It All
Sometimes I take random photos on my phone of my son’s bedroom or what he has built with his LEGOs.…
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Sometimes I take random photos on my phone of my son’s bedroom or what he has built with his LEGOs.…
Continue ReadingAs a preschool teacher and a mom, I’ve always felt pretty confident in my parenting from ages birth to 5…
Continue Reading“Mom,” my daughter whined, “I give up. I can’t do this anymore. She is driving me crazy.” I knew the…
Continue ReadingHer little voice sounds through the rooms, "Can somebody come and play with me?" "Honey, just a few minutes, I'm…
Continue ReadingJune has always been magical. It’s open window season in the Midwest. The perfect offering after a long thaw and…
Continue ReadingWhat I miss the most about childhood is owning my whole heart. Before I gave pieces of it away to…
Continue ReadingLife ebbs and flows. Seasons come and go. One of the reasons I take so many photos is because they…
Continue ReadingIt was one of those days in motherhood. The long, bumpy kind—where nothing seems to go right and everyone butts…
Continue ReadingAll year we have a jam-packed schedule that consists of hockey, dance, cheer, soccer, skiing, basketball, baseball, and numerous school…
Continue ReadingIt's not my turn. It's not my turn to go where I want, when I want. It's not my turn…
Continue ReadingMy hotel room isn’t quiet. Beside me, my husband is snoring softly between bouts of rolling over. My daughter, in…
Continue ReadingMy favorite part of the day is that magical time before darkness gives way to the dawn. In those early…
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