Category: Judge Less

I could get used to this

  If someone told me 20 years ago that in 2016 I’d be working as a nurse and happily living 25 miles from the town where I grew up, I probably would have socked them.  In June of 1993, I graduated from high school and hustled out of Connecticut with no plans to come back. Acutely aware of – but

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Falling without Grace: The Messy Reality of Compassion Fatigue

ISIS, the Boko Haram, a lynching in Mississippi, a hung jury in a domestic violence homicide, the war on the poor instead of poverty, or the war on drug addicts instead of drugs, domestic violence, child abuse, sexual assault, friends with Cancer, grief, a proposed bill to legalize killing gays in California:  ENOUGH!  Pain and

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Choosing Kindness in our Interactions

Like most of us, before I had kids of my own, I had all the answers. I was blissfully naive, if we’re putting it nicely, or hopelessly clueless, if we’re being real here. I was very confident that I knew everything there was to know about having and raising children. Coming into parenthood from teaching, I had

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Judging Less Takes Practice – No One’s Perfect

Throughout our Campaign for Judgement-Free Motherhood I’ve tried to emphasize that for those who see the value in judging other moms less, the way to start is by simply noticing when we’re doing it. From my personal experience, it’s easy to go down a dark rabbit hole of judgment and negativity if I choose to

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Judging Gay Parents

Do we have to be amazingly-perfect-in-every-way parents because we’re gay? Do we have a higher bar of parenting standards to meet? If my kid does something wrong, will someone say “well, he’s the product of a gay parent household!?” In honor of our upcoming Moms for Moms Day on March 4th, I am writing about

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I am enough

You all know about our judgement-free campaign by now. Sometimes, I find, that other mothers aren’t nearly as judgmental of me as I am of myself. I am my own worst critic. No one else but me. [Note: I’m sure that other mothers may judge me, but their opinion of me doesn’t matter.] As a

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