I'm starting to learn our lives are not the sum of different parts. They are hundreds of todays strung together.

The women here well before lunchtime, whose dark-circled eyes match my own? These are my people.

Our WiFi connection is strong, but our personal connection has never been weaker.

And as they grow, you might even wish all those small things back-the things that drove you crazy then-you might take them back in a heartbeat.

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.