My Days Don’t Belong To Me
My days don’t belong to me. Somewhere between watching my kids at the third park of the weekend and four…
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My days don’t belong to me. Somewhere between watching my kids at the third park of the weekend and four…
Continue ReadingI can’t keep up. This list keeps getting longer—there is always something else that needs to get done, and I…
Continue ReadingShe grabbed the dishcloth and started washing my dishes. Without asking if she could do them, without waiting to be…
Continue ReadingI just don't know. Maybe this is why it's been such a difficult road, the "not knowing" bit. If you…
Continue ReadingIt’s past 1 a.m., and I am still awake. Thinking. My brain doesn’t stop. It twirls with self-doubt and worry.…
Continue ReadingIt started with a twinge. A tiny crimp in my neck that felt off. It was so minor I hardly…
Continue ReadingIt starts with getting her children ready in the morning. She will give them a few snuggles and do her best to…
Continue ReadingShe smiles at you and asks the best questions she can muster. She replies, “I’m fine, how are you?” on…
Continue ReadingI spend an exorbitant amount of time in my car. I work outside the home and commute about 20 minutes…
Continue ReadingTo the mama trying to hold it all together, I see the smile you show the rest of the world.…
Continue ReadingAt night is when my mind races the most. Did I turn the burner off after dinner? Here we go…
Continue ReadingMy husband was working from home one day during a time period when our son was getting up pretty early…
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