How was I supposed to explain death to a four-year-old, especially when the pain of that death is still so fresh in my own heart?

“Mommy, where’s your Prince Charming?”

My daughter and I will both be losing our best friends in less than 48 hours.

Just because I’m five to ten years their junior, doesn’t make me any less of a mother.

The more people who commented on my youth, and subsequently my seemingly-obvious inability to be a good mother, the more I rebelled against such asinine arguments.

You’ve thanked me more than once for the sacrifices I’ve made to raise our daughter, now it’s my turn.

You won’t know just how much I love you until the day you feel your own child move inside you, or the day you hold them in your arms.

My point is, the best Mother’s Day gifts are those that give mom just a little time away from being mom.

With Trump and Republicans planning to cut $2.4 billion from the food stamps program alone, I can’t help but wonder: do I still need it bad enough, or am I keeping money from someone who needs it more?

Skye has been a toddler much like many others, or at least that’s what I’ve continuously told myself to get to sleep at night.