I guess I’m shocked not by what she said, but by how badly I needed to hear it.
Heart
Hearts are a big deal at our house. We draw and paint them, collect rocks shaped like them, and now we eat them.
Social Anxiety Looks Weird. I Get It.
It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s just that when they talk to me, my body goes haywire.
Misadventures In Gardening
No amount of Pinterest pins or garden remodels will make me a better gardener, but I’ll garden anyway, because the very act of gardening feeds me.
The Simple “I Love You” Carried In Your Heart
Each day, I write my kindergartener a simple, short note and put it in his lunch box.
When My Ten-Year-Old Made Dinner
My ten year old made dinner. I can do this. I can be the mother my children need in this moment, and the next.
Five Things I Know Better Than to Wish For
Underneath these selfish and unrealistic wishes that skate across my mind is the knowledge that wishing alone won’t make it so.
A Mother’s Report Card
I decided to grade myself – on being a mother.
The Hug Thief
My delectable seven year old is as easy to cuddle as a hedgehog these days.
Grief and Gray Days
Never again will I hold the secret of pregnancy inside my body or feel the letdown of milk fill my breasts. There is grief in this realization.