I’ll Take the Tired—Because Someday They Will Leave Me
My husband walks through the door and I am done. Finito. Finished. Over it. Here, take this baton, because my…
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My husband walks through the door and I am done. Finito. Finished. Over it. Here, take this baton, because my…
Continue ReadingWhen I was single, my house was clean. When I got married and it was just my husband, me, and…
Continue ReadingMy name is Emily, and I am a people pleaser. Until I had a daughter who looked up to and…
Continue ReadingIf you Google "saying 'good job' to kids" (I just did), you will find a plethora of articles telling you not…
Continue ReadingLet me start by saying that I love my children. More than anything in this world. More than the nirvana…
Continue Reading“Your face!” I said to Jack the other night, reaching over, touching his cheek. There was a fresh scratch—nothing major—running…
Continue ReadingI grew up with an angry mom. From screaming at me because I spilled some milk, spanking me because I…
Continue ReadingThe light of the day is already starting to grow shorter. The shadows are lengthening, the evenings are cooler. Summer…
Continue ReadingWe are at the park. I offer to push him on the swing. “It’s okay Mommy, I can do it.”…
Continue ReadingLoads of childhood bucket lists exist. I know because I have Googled them, always with the intent of ensuring my…
Continue Reading"I like sharks because some are blind but can still find food. They can smell up to 20 miles under…
Continue ReadingMy four year old. And that hair. That gorgeous, long hair with the kind of natural, sun-kissed highlights that…
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