Means Girls Never Die I never set out to be a mom blogger. I always did well in English class throughout school, and enjoyed writing Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic in 12th grade study hall. But, I never really thought I’d make a career out of writing. The idea of majoring in journalism crossed my…
Saying Goodbye to the House That Built Me
In the winter of 1985, while I was halfway done growing in my mom’s belly, my parents moved into a little brown 3 bedroom/1.5 bath that was halfway between the school and the prison in which my dad worked as a corrections officer. I would be the first baby they brought home to their new…
To the Mother of My Son’s Future Wife
To the mother of my son’s future wife, I’m in the midst of dirty diapers and temper tantrums, but I do have days where I think about the future and what it will look like for my son. I wonder who he will be, what he will do and probably most of all, who he…
Look Out For Your Middles Mama
Those babies who are born second, third, fourth or so in the birth order. The ones who are sandwiched between the idolized older sibling and the teeny tiny baby who stole everyone’s hearts. They need you more than you know. They need a little extra love from time to time. A hug and a “good…
Where is the Village, Mama?
Where is the mama village? You know the one . . the friends, the neighbors, the teachers, the extended family that our mothers and grandmothers had when we were kids. Where are these magical women who are supposed to help us raise our babies? I’ve heard the stories of them but have yet to meet…
So God Made a Special Needs Parent
God knew all parents would love, honor and take care of their children. He knew they’d nurture them, fight for them and teach them all the things one needs to know about life. Yet, God knew there needed to be a particular kind of parents who would do all of these things and more for the…
I Heard You Miscarriage Mama
I want you to know that I heard you. I heard your sobs as I was leaving the OBGYN’s office after my annual exam. I saw who I presume was your husband pacing the hallway outside the bathroom door, just two doors down from the office I had just exited. I saw the look of…
He Won’t Always Be This Little
I’m 19-months deep into raising my last baby. The very last one I will carry in my womb, rock to sleep at night and handle meltdowns with day in and day out. He’s it. And frankly, I’m OK with that. Let me tell you friend, this kid is hell on wheels. He’s so different from…
My Faith Isn’t Always Found in a Church
I can remember my mom waking me up at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning when I was 14 years old and also doing the same thing to my older sister, whose room was across the hall from mine. She was waking us up so early on a weekend to drag us to the next…
With A Brother At Your Back, Anything Is Possible
It happened subtlety, almost unnoticeable to someone that sees them both day in and day out. But, I picked up on it just as quick as most other mothers would have. At first it was the picking up of a dropped bottle or a gentle pat on the leg when the little one was crying….
