This Morning’s Mom Truths
I roll to one side and crack open a tired eyelid to see that it’s not even six am. The sun hasn’t considered coming up yet and the sound of Read more
I roll to one side and crack open a tired eyelid to see that it’s not even six am. The sun hasn’t considered coming up yet and the sound of Read more
This is what extreme parenting looks like. I am honest to a fault, raw and vulnerable, holding little back because I believe the more open we are with our testimony Read more
Labels tend to only mater much to those to whom they are assigned. So, for the first few years of my son’s life, I was just ‘Mama’. That’s it. Nothing Read more
I wish people knew. I wish people knew that I am not in yoga pants for the third day in a row out of convenience or even my complete feeling Read more
Since sometime after the dust settled on the holiday wrapping, it feels like the cold and flu got together, saw the upcoming forecast for an endless winter and were like, Read more
Sorry, Regina George. I’m the absolute antithesis of your surgically perked, perfect haired, wanting to be young and hip mama. In fact, as I was pleasantly reminded of my upcoming Read more
Our daughter will be three in April and she still takes a passifier when she sleeps. I’ll pause for the Karens to judge. With our son, removing the passi when Read more
Why do we spend more time apologizing than voicing our concerns, needs, or wants? When did it become shameful to just vent? Just because I’ve had a really frustrating day Read more
Like it happened yesterday, I can remember belly laughing over hour-long games of Dominoes, always diligent as my fiesty grandma would cheat in a second and never let me win Read more
As I sit, staring at the mountain of dirty dishes and miles of sippy cups lining the counters, I feel like I am at my motherhood breaking point. I don’t Read more
Lately I’ve been in a funk. Not just any typical gloomy mood, but one unlike anything I’ve felt before. One with insomnia and days of sleep, with no food that Read more
Parenting is late nights–whether washing bottle parts, catching up on mindless Netflix, nursing a newborn or rocking a toddler, or comforting a teen melting down over tomorrow’s presentation. The days 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
I’m a list-maker; full-on Type A, get it done or get out kind of mama. For me, doing nothing is an art form. It has taken years of learning to 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
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
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
As the fingers of one hand press the squares to key the words on the screen, the other hand is wiping a gooey substance that might be nugget sauce or Read more
Last week someone I love dearly told me, through the enigma that is social media, that they did not agree with choices I was making as I mother my son Read more
Today I cried at breakfast. Twice. We had been on our cross country trip for nearly two weeks. We’d crossed seven states, driven over 2200 miles, and spent more than Read more