I’d always thought having sex both fulfilled my role as a woman while satiating my need for acceptance.
The Trash Tells the Story
When I finally dragged the whole mess out to the garbage can, sweltering in the August sun, I cried as I dumped its contents into the gaping mouth of the dark brown bin.
Love, Uninterrupted
My full acceptance of my irreplaceability to my son carried over into my relationship with my daughters.
The Whirlwind Years
I do love reminiscing about those days when we were trying to figure it all out, dreaming about what the future might hold, laughing at the unexpected.
How Football Has Kept my Family Connected
The older I get the more I realize that football keeps me connected to my past in many ways.
Pet Mom
Most moms succumb to the temptation to occasionally compare their kids, whether out loud or in their own minds.
He Knows
I don’t know if he’s gay, bisexual, or transgender, and he knows that it doesn’t matter.
They Are Not Ours to Keep
Such was my level of delirium, that when I looked down at this little-who am I kidding-monster-sized bundle of fat wrinkly love, I was surprised at my first thoughts.
The Roles We Play
I made apologies for my body being the only place to house a growing embryo.
Removing Our Masks Piece by Piece
You have to stop caring about what others think to become someone else.