We should not have to defend ourselves to each other. We are free (and encouraged!) to make our own decisions, to be inadequately, incorrectly, or even overly informed.
Tag: mom friendships
I’ve always been a social gal, and these days, I’m especially grateful for my friends. They are my anti-anxiety drug, my mood-lifters, my restored faith in humanity. Making plans to look forward to and spending time together negates the other moments that I want to crawl into a blanket fort and hide from reality. Take
Each Thanksgiving, I take inventory of the things I am grateful for. While I am never more or less appreciative, one year to the next, there are times where events like births or deaths act as glowing reminders of all that we are blessed with (and, more soberingly, how quickly those things may be lost). This
The love I have for my friends runs deep. I grew up with a tight knit group that originated in a kindergarten class room. We spent countless hours creating memories. From girl scouts to soccer games and from sleepovers to proms, the only thing on our schedules was each other. Similarly, in college, I was lucky
I am consumed with my sons. I inhale “Jackson” and exhale “Justus.” And not for a moment do I regret that. They are my life, my world, and my heart. What I struggle with is finding a balance between them and everything else. I recently wrote about my desire to reconnect with myself; however, I’m
I am smiling to myself (well, inside my head, since that would just be weird) thinking of some very special women in my life. They are special to me because our friendships were forged in the fires of controversy, disagreement, and in some cases, anger. What I mean is that some of my closest