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.
When you Find out You’re Pregnant on St. Patrick’s Day
It may be a coincidence that the news of my pregnancies fell around times of fun and celebration.
Party Mama Drama
When the other parents helped with the art project, she was on her cell. When the other parents helped clean up, she was on her cell.
Why I Married A Man I Didn’t Love (And What I Learned)
The single most important quality the new husband had to possess was a love for my child.
Breaking the Addiction
I’ve been on the antidepressant for over 10 years now. If I missed a dose, I could tell almost immediately.