I miss being the last person on the dance floor at the end of the night. I miss saying yes to a poker game that may last until one or two o’clock in the morning, especially if I’m winning. I miss remembering people’s birthdays, and enough in advance that I…

I wasn’t sure what the point of this essay would be. It felt like just another mom rant until I stepped away from the computer for ten minutes before coming back to finish. Ten minutes of the rage being off my chest and out of my body, and the message…

A Poem — I yearn for my children with a physicality that is unexpected, undeniable and incomparable I want their little bodies on mine all the time I want their warmth I want them to fit into me, the way they were meant to, the way they did when my body held them…

I want to stop telling my daughter she’s “perfect”. I mean, she is, but I need her to know it isn’t dependent on anything. ANYTHING. She’d be perfect without those baby blues, without her porcelain doll skin. She’ll be perfect if she decides she doesn’t want to smile all the…

There are a lot of mothers who need help right now. This article is for them. I’ve had a hard time sitting down to write for the past couple of weeks. I haven’t had much “free” time because I’m in one of those stages of Mom life where solo moments are few and far between. But there are moments, and every time I’ve had one lately…

A Poem —

When I was young and pliable, I was told I could be anything. That I had all the tools needed to be ultra successful. I was the type of kid who found validation in pleasing the authority figures in my life, so my vision of success was what I imagined…

Sometimes my heart locks out my head

The most challenging part of having a baby for me is the chaos. And trying to make sense of it, that complete lack of predictability. Anyone who knows me, or reads my articles, knows I am a creature of habit. Some would call me anal (myself included); some would say…