Recently, after a really intense heart-to-heart with my mom, she sent me a message saying that I needed to take back the power and she is right; it is time. Time to unpack my demons that I shut away years and years ago.… READ THE REST
In high school I had a best guy friend who truly cared about me. When I failed my parking test he drove around all night stealing orange construction cones. He took me to an abandoned parking lot and set them up and tried to help me learn to parallel.… READ THE REST
Tuesday night we had our last dinner together as “just us,” although we had NO idea. Wednesday morning I woke up at 5:30 questioning if my water had broken. I had wondered the same thing the night before, but wasn’t sure and didn’t want to make a big fuss over nothing.… READ THE REST
There has been a lot of discussion lately about sexual harassment and assault. With each story I have felt both saddened by their experience and elated that their story is finally being heard.
However, I’ve also heard opinions that are not so favorable.… READ THE REST
I’ve always been a “laugh it off” kind of girl, but as a mother I’m done laughing.
Why is it okay that there is an entire sisterhood of broadcast journalists who have been trained—as a matter of career survival—to numb themselves to offensive, questionable behavior?… READ THE REST
At 13 weeks pregnant with my second daughter, I found myself overwhelmed, nauseous every second, and praying for a cloning development to come through so somebody could take care of my kid.
My husband works anywhere from 50-70 hours a week, so that was a bust.… READ THE REST
I hope you had a Merry Christmas. But in truth,
I hope your Christmas was miserable. I wish you had an ache in your heart because something was missing. I hope you were by yourself and it was just another day for you.… READ THE REST
It’s 3 AM and I’m wide-awake. Silent tears reach my pillowcase as I try to cry quietly. The week had been an exhausting one. Three trips to the doctor’s office, three blood draws, three calls from the nurse with good news, hesitation, and then preparation.… READ THE REST
Six years ago I had just been broken up with and cheated on, and half a year before that I had done the breaking up with, both in relationships I saw lasting forever. I’m not just talking about having a wedding-related Pinterest board I spent all my time pinning to, I’m talking about the physical act of going ring shopping with a guy.… READ THE REST
I’ve been contemplating writing about this for a while now. Not enough time has passed, and I’m not sure there will ever be enough time that can pass, but I need to talk about it. It’s not something I want to talk about, but for the sake of myself and my husband’s ear I need to talk to someone other than my husband.… READ THE REST
In the light of one of my friends just having her first baby, I can’t help but think about those first few weeks after having my daughter, Olive. They were amazing, they were life changing, and they were absolutely horrible. You have this thought while you’re pregnant that everything is going to be sunshine and rainbows when your baby is finally here.… READ THE REST
I’m here, climbing these steps in the gym. Kind of wishing I hadn’t set myself up at such a high speed. I’m already tired. I’m trying to act like I’m not actually dying, huffing and puffing up another flight toward that 200 calorie mark.… READ THE REST
I SAW YOU…
I saw you today and I judged you. I saw you in your tight, size 0, lululemon black leggings and your tied-up, sheer, white t-shirt. You were rocking your long blonde hair extensions (like I once had) and your trendy hat, as you pushed your young child in his ride-on toy.… READ THE REST
I’ve done it. You’ve done it. The lady at the grocery store has done it. That “it” I’m talking about… It’s mom shaming.
I’ll start here though. Hi, I’m Candice. I am not a writer, so, I’m sure this will have grammatical errors that’ll drive some people crazy.… READ THE REST
When you’re expecting, family, friends and social media basically sum up parenthood as cuddles, kisses & joy. And the rest… well, it’s rough. But I’m here to fill you in on a few things that I’ve found aren’t as bad as people prepped me for.… READ THE REST
82% of single-parents are mothers. The number of single-mothers has risen over the years as divorce continues to climb at alarming rates and dads disappear.
There is magic in a mother’s hand. It’s soft and forgiving, a mother’s “hush” can sooth a crying baby instantly.… READ THE REST
I know. If you are anything like me, and most divorced women with children, you’re feeling defensive right off the bat. I had a list of qualms with the idea of an imaginary woman coming into my kids lives. I thought about her being mean, or messy, or not taking care of them the way I want.… READ THE REST
I wished he would just die. End his suffering, and mine.
You’re dead, and I’m free.
NO MORE SHITTY CHILDHOOD.
The first time my dad broke my heart was when he busted the bedroom door down and slapped the shit out of my mom.… READ THE REST
Our society has a complex relationship with breasts. They are symbols of lust, the subject of comparisons, and tools for nourishing our children. We are barraged with sexually-explicit images of cleavage and nips. We compare the size of our breasts with those of our friends, yet secretly (mistakenly so!) assume the girl with the biggest boobs is the biggest slut.… READ THE REST
“why did you do that? Why? Why? Why? I’m going to thpank you!.. yeow! Ptew! Woosh!”
“no, I’m sorry, don’t thpank me!”
“I’m gonna thpank you! Yeow! Pew!”
That was my daughter’s playtime. Mommy dinosaur was spanking baby dinosaur. I sat down on the floor and sobbed.… READ THE REST