Millennials are known for a lot of things. We are the most diverse generation, the most educated, we are the least republican generation. Only 19% of millennials consider themselves republican (you can thank Trump), and we are also the generation to kill the cereal company.… 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
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
My husband gave me two gifts for Mother’s Day, only one of which made me cry. The album he made full of family photos was indeed thoughtful, but what really got the water works going was a gift that I hope we’ll never need.… READ THE REST
Grab the tissues mom because this is not going to be easy. I need you to know what you did impacted my life and I will never be the same.
Deep sigh…. Okay I am ready.
I didn’t always have a mom on Mother’s Day.… READ THE REST
When I was twenty-two my husband was the funniest man on earth. My cheeks hurt every time I was with him. We would have dance parties on the living room floor, talk until 3am, and I’d giggle like he was Kevin Hart and I had a backstage pass.… READ THE REST
Sunday May 13th marks over a century of celebrating Mother’s Day in the United States. I consider myself a Mother’s Day expert because a) I’ve celebrated 3 and b) I used Wikipedia for this blog. Feel free to use me as an academic citation.… READ THE REST
Find mom friends they say. It’ll be easy they say. Wrong.
My personal experience with motherhood is that the beginning of it can be incredibly isolating. I was a few months post partum and I had finally crawled just far enough out of the black hole that is infancy to realize that I was alone (but not actually ever alone, because of the baby human).… READ THE REST
When I was young I imagined that I’d be married by 20, have kids by 22, and that my husband would be a dream. Well that timeline didn’t play out and on any given day I’d say he’s closer to a night terror that permeates my waking hours.… READ THE REST
There’s a common belief that as a mother, our needs are fulfilled last. Our food is always cold, we’re in a perpetual state of exhaustion, and the thank you’s for our service are few and far between. And that’s all true.… READ THE REST
I am not a parent. My reproductive organs are in appropriate working order and I am explicitly stating that I decisively do not want to have children. Ever. I have deliberately pondered upon and comprehensively accepted that I will never experience the distinguished though personally uncharted rush of maternal delight.… READ THE REST
I was 17 years old. Our class had just completed our voting for the senior “who’s who,” and I couldn’t wait to find out who I was.
I was thrilled. I had been the recipient of best looking, and best body in my senior class.… READ THE REST
If you’re like me, you obsess about raising your child “right.” You are so hopeful that your child will feel a deep sense of worth, and if you facilitate that, this foundation will allow them to build morals and values that might be different from your own, but will keep them anchored, happy, and safe.… READ THE REST