Love More, Judge Less
Lately I’ve been thinking…am I brave? I always considered myself to be brave. I’ve managed some extremely difficult situations. I’ve tried new things. I’ve gone to new places. I moved away from home to live in a new city with less than $1000 in my pocket. I’ve stood up for myself. I’ve spoken in front
My boys used to love each other. See… I remember thinking how amazing it was that they got along so well when they were younger. Andrew was a few months shy of 3 years old when D-man was born. He would hug his “brudda” and help hold his bottle. He would hold Dylan’s hand when
One of the most magical parts of parenting is the innate ability to comfort my child. Every night my daughter and I snuggle in her bed and I sing her the same lullaby I’ve been singing for the past 7 years. No matter how wound up she is, as soon as I start singing she
When my daughter was 7 months old, the teacher in her infant room said to me one night at pickup, “Wow, she sure is stubborn!” I remember being astounded. She was 7 months old. What did that even mean? Five years later, we attended a conference with my daughter’s kindergarten teacher. After talking about her
Yesterday, I was pregnant with my third child. My period was one week late, and I had shown faint second lines and the digital screens read “pregnant” on every home pregnancy test that I had taken. And although I was waiting for confirmation from the lab in the coming week, I knew that the odds
I know, I know. That’s a pretty bold statement, but I swear, this one thing has saved me so much stress and headaches, that I just have to share it with you. For the past few years, I have been taking one day during the week when the kids are at school (I
Black Lives Matter My fellow black people are being shot down Even though you white people do the same crimes You are afraid that we look different That is what we call discrimination There once was an incident when two black men were at a Starbucks And the waitress called 911 and said they were
We’ve been talking quite a bit lately about weight and food here on the blog. I’ll admit that from the time I wake up in the morning to the time I fall asleep at night, my weight and my struggle with food is always on my mind. You see, I have a sugar addiction. I
It happens every Sunday afternoon and never fails to put me in a foul mood. I make a list, collect the reusable bags, and put my shoes on. I walk slowly toward the door past my 4thgraders lazing on the couch and my husband holding the clicker. I step over a dozen shoes in the
My husband turned fifty earlier this month. I wanted to give him a gift that was purposeful, somehow acknowledging this milestone in meaningful way. I struggled with how to do that. Then the idea of compiling fabulous quotes for someone turning fifty came to me. Whenever I have searched for meaning, needed inspiration, or struggled
