We are also proud of the childhood our kids are having. Here, they are growing up with joy, mountains, lakes, fields, rivers and profound friendships.
The days following his confession of infidelity, I watched from afar as my he drowned his regret in a bottle of bourbon, while I was left faking normalcy for our children.
She wrote and rewrote this obituary a few times a year as a tool to examine her life, to feel grateful, and to remember what mattered.
The mother I want to be encourages exploration and adventure. The mother I am, poor girl, is still reeling.
Don't let your life be swallowed by excuses and regret. They may give you something to complain about but they don't make the beautiful life that you deserve.
Art connects us to each other when words fail. Pictures can be our common language, our way to connect with those we cannot understand.
I feel stretched, worn thin and the thing that bothers me most is that I seem to get to this place a lot, head in hands wondering what is wrong with me.
Marriage is not easy. It takes work-work-work-work-work (in my best Rihanna voice).
Motherhood came at me like a giant wall of loneliness.
Race is such a hard thing to talk about. We are afraid to say the wrong thing. We don’t want to seem racist, or ignorant. Sometimes this leaves us silent, saying nothing at all.