This May Be the Last Time I See Those Two Pink Lines
My little caboose, I’ve just finished staring at the two pink lines. It’s not the first time. In fact, I’ve…
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My little caboose, I’ve just finished staring at the two pink lines. It’s not the first time. In fact, I’ve…
Continue Reading“Are you sure about that diagnosis?” I blinked at her in surprise. My son was recently diagnosed with autism, and…
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 ReadingAs I dropped my daughter off at yet another practice, I found myself questioning again—is it too much? On the…
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 ReadingDear future me, Someday these days will be over. You'll be busy running to soccer practice and band concerts, trying…
Continue ReadingToday, I watched my little boy put an oven mitt over his hand and mix up an imaginary meal. Like…
Continue ReadingI saw you in pain today. Not a physical pain, where I could hand you a Band-Aid or two Advil…
Continue ReadingI hope she knows how hard I try to be a good mom. I hope she knows that my anger…
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 Reading“You’re gonna miss this one day,” she said. “It all goes by so fast. It’s just a season, and in…
Continue Reading“I think I want just one more baby.” I stood at my infant’s changing table peering into his sweet eyes.…
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