I’m the Boring Mom and I Own it
I was fixing dinner in the kitchen when the ever-present baby monitor on the counter crackled to life. “Daddy, you…
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I was fixing dinner in the kitchen when the ever-present baby monitor on the counter crackled to life. “Daddy, you…
Continue ReadingI was lucky enough to share my first almost-three years of motherhood with my mom, sort of. She had been…
Continue ReadingA realization: left in the dark. A deep shadow cast across who she once was. Cut in half, her heart in…
Continue ReadingMy mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died. She’s been gone for almost a decade. Early-onset…
Continue ReadingWe’re nearing a year since her passing, but I face constant reminders of the life my mother lived. The sleep…
Continue ReadingI don't belong to myself. Not my thoughts. My body. Or my actions. All I am and all I do…
Continue ReadingFour times I’ve lifted brand new slippery babies up to my chest after bringing them into this big world. Four…
Continue ReadingI was at the grocery store last week buying anniversary cards for my husband and in-laws. After making my selections,…
Continue ReadingMotherless daughter. I’d heard those words but never gave much thought to all they carried until I lost my mom.…
Continue ReadingI remember waiting impatiently for my daughter to be born. My baby bump had swelled and ripened to its fullest.…
Continue ReadingI know you see the world different than me . . . All it takes is that first line to…
Continue ReadingIt's been a year since you left us—365 days. One of every major holiday and family birthday. It feels like…
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