For a few humbling months, I became just Jen. Not the explorer or the artist… I started to doubt if I was worth anything at all if I wasn’t making or accomplishing something. It was a dark ass time.… Read More Left-Handed Ravens and Other Happy Accidents
I am reaching the stage of parenting where I have to really show my kid the “ropes.” At almost 6, she is starting to do a lot of “big kid” things. Like tying her shoes, reading, and riding a bike. And, unlike crawling, walking, and other more instinctual human activities, most of these things are… Read More How Do I Know If I’m Doing This Right?
Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager. This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us. Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart. Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a… Read More The view from above
When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones. Not, like, kids didn’t have them. Nobody had them, as they had not yet been invented. The best chance of tracking down doctors, or spouses kept on short leashes,… Read More Tuning out
I have been doing this mom thing for almost eight years now, and yet up until very recently, I struggled with dinner time. And when I say “struggle” I’m talking about every aspect… …from what I make (and kids don’t eat). … to the time of day (the kids are never hungry at… Read More Dinner Wars
I’ve been having a hard time trying to figure out how to write about the way that I’ve been feeling lately. I wanted to write a fluffy piece about all the things that I am thankful for, but it is not what my heart wants to talk about. I have been suffering lately with anxiety… Read More My Anxiety is Out of Control
I first discovered the magic of horses at five years old, and, as the saying goes, we were off and running. By age seven, I (literally) landed my first pony-related concussion and sutures. Undaunted, I climbed back into the saddle the moment a doctor gave the OK. My parents were initially in some form… Read More Looking a gift horse in the mouth
On an average day I wake up and realize I am already late for everything I need to do for the day. Rush to get the children out of bed and ready to drop off at school/daycare. The process of getting out the door with three kids all ages four and under isn’t as easy… Read More But You Don’t NEED a Cleaning Lady
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