I realized that I’m not me without them—all the women who have been and will be in my life. The women who’ve known me since childhood, for many years, or for just a few months. The women who’ve shared laughs, clothes, drinks, rants, insecurities, tears, hand sanitizer, and evites.
In Sickness and Health
The following day, the eight-year-old, the most sensitive of our children, asked if we were getting divorced. I thought back to the awful things my kids had witnessed, the ugliness between the two people who love them most, and felt awful and guilty.
Being “Needy”
You’re a big boy now, people say. You don’t need to crawl into bed with Mama in the middle of the night anymore.
The Beauty of Mothering Together
Stay the night in my ex’s house? At the invitation of his fiancé?
Oh Mother (in-law), I Miss You
You always stole my thunder. You gave them everything they wanted. You never said no whenthey asked for anything. A second helping of dessert. Candy before dinner. A few more minutesin a bath. Money for the ice cream truck.
A Brief Interlude, Together
His 5’10” lanky frame pirouetted on the red carpet in front of me. He’s so much larger than he used to be when every step he took was a ‘look at me’ step, a twirl on the trail to where he is now.
Dear Hardworking Mama
This is the strongest time of your life. This moment you are working harder than you ever will again.
Our Favorite Things
Often, when I think back, the first moments to resurface amid the flotsam and debris in my mind, are the hardest ones.
Motherhood: Oh, The Irony!
Every now and then I reflect on my life and realize things never quite go as expected in this crazy journey of parenthood. It’s more than a little ironic…being a mommy is seriously one mindf**k after another.
Trading in Juggling for Harmony
Being a working mother doesn’t mean I have to play some impossible balancing act. It’s about discovering my rhythm and finding what works for me and my family.