By Rachel Macy Stafford. Today I hear…Whining about her sister having a bigger scoop. Slamming doors. The relentless buzz of the dryer: something needs folded…again.
By Rachel Macy Stafford. If you are a writer, then you know there is almost always an obstacle between you and your writing.
By Bethany Thies. I have an ex-husband and sometimes, I wonder what he's up to.
Sometimes when I say, “Enough,” I forget that enough has two sides.
By Kristen Welch. I looked at my mess—the imperfections and the disqualifiers—and I said yes to a big dream anyway.
By Janelle Hanchett. It’s a strange moment when you realize the system is not for your child.
When you’re living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination.
My grandma was a mere 59-years-old when my grandpa unexpectedly died of a brain aneurysm. He had a clean bill of health on a Monday; dead on a Tuesday. She wrote her “Rules for Happiness” in 1978. To herself. She never shared them.
Talking about sex with your kids is difficult.
It’s been a long time since I’ve put pen to paper, finger to key, derrière’ to office chair. But my how I’ve missed the gratification that comes from recording our memories. I’ve never been diligent at keeping up with baby books, so my personal blog is the place I would go to record little anecdotes of our life. But, after tucking the kids into bed, lately I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury my head in a pillow or veg out on the couch with some dark chocolate covered almonds.