Mental Health Doesn’t Take a Day Off
It is before 7am on New Year’s day and I’m sitting on my couch, having been up for over an hour, replaying how I just totally spiraled out of control Read more
It is before 7am on New Year’s day and I’m sitting on my couch, having been up for over an hour, replaying how I just totally spiraled out of control Read more
The children were nestled after bounding around, And surviving a two hour epic meltdown. The mom she was tired, her coffee was cold. After readying for Christmas she felt 80 Read more
I see you sulking back to a corner of the crowded family room, volunteering to do dishes (your most hated chore) just to buy yourself 20 minutes of alone time Read more
Solidarity, sister. The holidays are stressful and require copious amounts of liquid holiday cheer delivered by #Starbucks or #Franzia and I’m Here. For. It. If you’re a mom who can Read more
To the woman sitting in her car for just 5 more minutes… I see you. I am you. Today it is soaking in just a couple more minutes of quiet Read more
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Lean in close, friend. Because you REALLY need to hear these words and let them sink into your bones. You. Are. Enough. Whether you breast or bottle fed, work outside Read more
Today is Picture Day Here’s the thing, friends. When I say I don’t care what other people think, I actually mean those words. I even kind of love going against Read more
The goth girl sitting alone in the cafeteria, the middle aged mom who can’t get out of bed, the overworked boss whose frazzled demeanor makes everyone clam up in their Read more
Today I’ve packed lunches, bagged Cheerios, and whooshed little feet out the door to make it to drop off on time. I’ve done eleventy loads of laundry without a single Read more
Here’s the deal, I yell at my kids. I do. There. I said it. Let all the Judgy Karens grab their torches and pitchforks and press the last number to Read more
Adulting, wifing, momming, careering…all of it. I quit. All of us who have kids can spot the sleepy newborn mom roaming aimlessly the Target Dollar Spot as if she doesn’t know what Read more
The Struggle to PretendMental health can be tricky business. Those who’ve never faced the battle tend to deduce that we use our time ‘pretending to be sick’. I’d argue the Read more
Our Family Hasn’t Been to Church in a Year The modernization of popular worship services in some church congregations has made the music more relevant for a millennial crowd. Our Read more
Dear Holiday Anxiety, I’ve grown accustomed to your sister, Everyday Anxiety. She’s pretty much the worst. But you, Holiday Anxiety, you are a life-ruiner, a magic-stealer, a joy-thief and I Read more
Lean in close. I have a secret. It IS TOO MUCH!! This is a real life picture of the kitchen/living area from our tiny house taken a few minutes ago. Read more
You all know I LUUURRRRVVVV Target. I mean, nothing spells ‘getaway’ like a hot Starbucks and a red cart handle in my cold mama hands that have felt nothing but Read more
Something happens in the darkness and quiet of night. As mamas, we’ve already made cereal and spread PB, we’ve wiped noses and behinds, we’ve given time-outs and time-ins. We’ve warmed Read more
This changed everything. Friends, we are finally seeing brave women step out and embrace mental health, admitting they’ve been a champion who asked for the help she needed. But this Read more
In no way am I trying to make wealthy people feel guilt. Whether you were born into it or you’ve scraped your way from the bottom earning every decimal point Read more
One year ago, we sold the farm (literally) and drastically downsized our lives into a 36-foot RV. We shed furniture, toys, clothes — and stress. In the process, we also Read more
I’m a plus-sized mom and I wore the suit. No I didn’t just wear that bad boy, I rocked that spandex leotard-like one piece like it was my J-O-B! Here’s Read more
Today I yelled. We finished up the day’s #Roadschool lessons and I let the kids go outside where I could see them to play. (Cool it, Karen, we live on Read more
I got the call late last night. “She slit her wrists and is being admitted for 72 hours of observation,” a family member sobbed on the other end of the Read more