There are very few ways in which I find being a parent is comparable to being a celebrity.

We are tired because we just cannot stop giving our children our love, not even when it’s our turn to rest.

This is how it goes most days: my daughter drains every ounce of me with her demands, and then fills me back up with complete joy and bliss.

 I need you to stop saying that you are “just” a mother. Your child is so much more than just. Your life is more than just.

Parenting is incredibly hard. No book in the world can explain it. 

A piece about finding life and hope in an object that might be deemed trash.

As I think about the house where my babies have grown into big kids, tweens and teens I realize they're not the only ones that have been growing.

About ten solid seconds of sheer bliss transpire before I hear the hinge squeak. It briefly crosses my mind that it could be a serial killer. But I’m too relaxed to give a crap. “Hi Mama.”

So many misconceptions swirl around Stay-at-Home Dads. As the workplace is becoming a more even playing field for women, many couples are finding themselves in situations where having the dad stay home with the kids makes more sense.

They all need me. Is there enough of me?