I’m the Mom With Tattoos
I’ll never forget moving into our first home. Our new neighbor came out to greet us as I stood barefoot…
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I’ll never forget moving into our first home. Our new neighbor came out to greet us as I stood barefoot…
Continue ReadingI had a host of friends before I became a mom. They swirled around me like insects fluttering around a…
Continue ReadingWhen it's your last baby . . . The night feedings aren’t nearly as hard even though you’re exhausted and…
Continue ReadingDear kids, I'm not a perfect mom. In fact, I'm not a perfect anything. I'm flawed, I'm human, and I…
Continue ReadingSipping my coffee and impatiently tapping my fingers on top of the steering wheel waiting for the light to turn…
Continue ReadingDear special needs mama, It was a rare occasion that I was able to skip out of the house and…
Continue ReadingI bit my lip as I watched my nervous 15-year-old son walk around the outside of the log-cabin-like restaurant, searching…
Continue ReadingI’m the keeper in my house. I keep the calendar. I keep the lists. I keep watch. I keep the…
Continue ReadingI was ready for sleepless nights. I was ready for chaos and nonstop talking and peeing with an audience. I’ve…
Continue ReadingLying in bed one night I began to ponder the meaning of "different." One adjective that can hold such power…
Continue ReadingWhen mom had my brother, she quickly realized something: she could not raise this baby boy into a man on…
Continue ReadingI have never been the "popular" girl. Oh, sure, I had friends growing up; however, being social was anything but…
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