Why I Let My Daughter Play With the Dirty Mop Bucket
As I mop the wood floors in my kitchen, I look down at the bucket to find my toddler gleefully…
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As I mop the wood floors in my kitchen, I look down at the bucket to find my toddler gleefully…
Continue ReadingWe weren't trying to get pregnant, but it's not like we were taking the measurements not to get pregnant. In…
Continue ReadingSummer is coming. And I am not ready. Not only have I not tried to obtain a “swimsuit” ready body,…
Continue ReadingOkay, so it might be a stretch to say that no one told me the following five things. Five things…
Continue ReadingI watch my daughter walk into the room with her long, straight chestnut hair swaying side to side. I love…
Continue ReadingI saw you roll your eyes today, young mamma. You probably didn't know I was watching, how could you? I…
Continue ReadingMotherhood is a funny thing; it’s beautiful and mystical. Knowing you could love something - someONE so much is astounding.…
Continue ReadingMy four-year-old girl didn’t cry at the doctor’s office today. She got two shots in the arm, but no tears…
Continue ReadingDear Fellow Mama: Come pull up a chair, here beside me. Or better yet, let’s grab our walking shoes and…
Continue ReadingToday is one of those days you can only describe as “one of those days." It seems like we have…
Continue ReadingA thought crossed my mind the other day that would make the thinning crowd running for the presidency happy. Give…
Continue ReadingMy understanding of politics as a child was one of simple innocence. I knew my parents always voted, but wasn't…
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