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Not only was TV working as part of my parenting routine, we also unashamedly used it as a babysitter.

Plot Twist: Watching TV Makes Us A Better Family​

Not only was TV working as part of my parenting routine, we also unashamedly used it as a babysitter. Yes, you read that correctly!

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Wonderful son of mine, I am going to let you in on a little secret. Your mother is a liar.

Lies I've Told My Son 

Wonderful son of mine, I am going to let you in on a little secret. Your mother is a liar. In fact, people lie all of the time.

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After 10 Years & 2 Kids, I’m Clueless About How To Start Dating Again

I don’t remember what it feels like to have a first date, a first kiss, or even to be interested in someone. I don’t know how to start dating again.

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Babies can't consent. Period.

Should You Ask Your Baby For Consent To Change Their Diaper?

I’m not saying consent isn’t important. I’m just saying that a really big part of parenting is helping a small being who isn't yet capable of making important choices for themself survive to adulthood.

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Is it okay to mourn the child that never was?

I Was Pregnant With Twins But Delivered One Baby​

Is it okay to mourn the child that never was? That seeped into my blood without my even noticing? I only delivered one baby but I was pregnant with two.

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I told myself I never wanted the highlight of my day to be telling my kid how many rooms I vacuumed.

Are SAHMs Failing Feminism?

I quit my job to become a stay-at-home mom. I do not tell my girls how many rooms I vacuumed, but I do tell them about my writing. Am I failing feminism?

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As a mother, I do my best to avoid thinking about death, while failing spectacularly by frequently thinking about it.

I Don’t Have A Plan If I Die 

I don’t have a plan if I die. Who could I possibly choose to replace me? No one can replace me. I'm one of a kind. I am a mother.

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I’d pay twice as much to move the party next door, so I could be alone, in peace, to cry.

The Heartbreaking Reason I Dread My Daughter’s Birthday

When everyone left, and the kids were asleep, I fell into bed exhausted. I stared at the ceiling thinking about why I hate this birthday.

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