Author: Jessica Hendrickson

Yes, I am a mother.

Ya know, the funny thing about change is that it’s not always welcomed. And let me tell you, it certainly wasn’t welcomed by me. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t ready. Everything happened way too fast.

Spreading Kindness: A Thank You and Update to Our Readers

Together with your help, CT Working Moms raised $2,000 for the Chrysalis Safe House. We would like to say thank you for your kindness and generosity. You’ve helped make these rooms a little warmer, filled with a little more inspiration, and added a little more love. Your compassion has made a difference in our community, and from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you.

I Stopped Drinking Coffee and Wine. This is What Happened.

Coffee and wine.  Coffee.  Wine.  That’s, like, our thing, right moms?   “After being up with the kids all night there is just not enough coffee in the world.”   “Is it too early for wine ‘cause I am ridiculously stressed right now.”   I think I say these exact phrases several times a week.  

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Celebrating Mother’s Day as a Single Mom

The children shall be with the Wife on Mother’s Day and the Husband on Father’s Day. I never thought an official document would dictate how I spent Mother’s Day. Truthfully, I never thought any of the events over the past year would be my reality.  But, here I am.  A single mother of two boys. 

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What’s the Best Thing That Happened to You Today?

1987 6:07 pm, the family dinner table…   I tried to shrink down in my chair at the dinner table until I disappeared underneath.  I knew what was coming.   “So, Kelli, what’s the best thing that happened to you today?”   My friend looked at me, eyebrows raised, then back at my dad and

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Let’s Love More and Judge Less. Here’s How.

It’s a great logo, right? It’s nice to sit in front of our oversized monitors or look at our bedazzled smart phones with a giant Starbucks coffee in our manicured hands and smile and nod and agree, “Yes.  That’s lovely.  Let’s love more and judge less.  Let’s do that.”   But how do we actually

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Breathe Through the Pain

I got two tattoos this past weekend.  Because, you know, I’m cool like that.* One of them was on my ribcage, which, according to some, is a painful location to get tattooed.  When the needle hit the thin skin over my ribs, it took my breath away.  The artist stopped and looked up, “you ok?”

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Be Close.

If you are one of the few people that regularly read my posts (Hi Mom!) you may have noticed I haven’t written anything in a while.  I’ve started a million times, yet all I could do was come up with was a bunch of complaints.  Complaints about the difficulties of co-parenting, the first holiday season

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