The nervous hand wringing of a bride-to-be, the sickening cries of a teenage girl remind me that this life is layered beautiful and violent, heartbreaking and deeply fulfilling.
Cheers to One More Milestone I Won’t be Celebrating
One of the most baffling aspects of motherhood is the way it seems to obligate me to get excited about things I’m really just not that excited about.
Remember This Day
She can’t wait for the party to start and is counting down the days until she can open her presents and play with her friends.
26 Little Celebrations
Their father’s absence is profound. Whereas these trips used to have an intense physical toll on me, now they have a powerful emotional toll on all of us.
Because That’s What Mothers Do
When you were born, you tore through me with such force I thought I might die. But no matter, the pain was easily eclipsed by a swell of love I had never felt before.
Wanting Daughters, Birthing Sons
Early on, I decided that if boys were my path in parenthood, I’d raise good ones.
Mother’s Day Eve: Connection is What Counts
That’s the thing: there is so much more possible and when we check in with one another, share our stories, our sadness and triumphs beyond our children, magic happens.
Celebrate Everything, Big and Small
Everyone has his or her share of challenges to endure, but you can still find small moments of joy in every day.
When Non-Irish Eyes Are Smiling
When I was a child, I remember foolishly telling my mom that I wished I were Irish.
The Jig is Up
I felt like I’d found a four-leaf clover and given the luck of the Irish when I was blessed with the birth of my one and only child, Nick, when I was 41.