I Try to Look Good For My Husband
Imagine this: Your husband is constantly spending all day in pajamas, or gym attire. He doesn’t make taking care of himself a priority, often…
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I’m a Mom Who Doesn’t Have it All Together—and I Couldn’t Be Happier
“I finally feel like I have my feet underneath me.” It’s a term I’ve used frequently over the last six months as I feel like I’ve turned a…
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Sometimes I Have to Escape to be a Better Wife and Mom
It’s been one of those un-Instagram-worthy years. The kind that makes you want to grab a thick eraser and make all the bad parts disappear: the…
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What I Learned From Being a Hot Mess Mom
I am organized. I am efficient. I have my stuff together. This is part of my daily mantra. I include this in my mantra because there was a time when…
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Dear Kids, When I Forget What It’s Like To Be Little
The kids were squealing in the backseat. For the five minutes prior they were begging me to spill the beans on where we were going as I had only told…
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When All You Feel is Tired, Remember This
Dear Woman, When the house has descended into quiet, and the day is over . . . When the dishes are dripping dry on the counter, and the…
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Why Serena Williams’ Loss at Wimbledon is a Win For Moms Everywhere
We follow tennis in my house like some families follow college football, thanks to a child who’s become obsessed with the sport. Names of players…
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How I Found Healing in a Stack of Paper Plates
“I should be able to get the dishes done,” I told my therapist. Since losing a baby in the second trimester of pregnancy, we had been using…
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Dear Mama, You’re Allowed To Not Be There
Friday afternoon was not much crazier than most afternoons. My husband was mowing the lawn, my daughter was hangry and my youngest son was due to be…
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To The Mom Whose Mind Is Always Moving: I Hope You Find Stillness
I am with you, fellow mama. I can relate to where your mind is as you plop down onto a couch at 9:47pm after FINALLY getting the last child to stop…
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