The bane of a mother’s existence.
Especially a mother who thrives on organization. A mother who finds clarity when the floor is vacuumed and free of debris—when you can see the carpet color! A mother who spends hours searching for toys—and eventually weeks—before giving up. A mother trying to keep up with her toddler at every step. A mother losing her sanity. more “Shelf It or Trash It”
Anxiety is a common word, a common emotion, and a common feeling for many, but when do we know if there’s an underlying issue within ourselves that could use repair or transformation? I have managed more “Anxious”
I had many great friends in my younger years. My parents still marvel at their social, spunky little daredevil who jumped out of the crib before they even contemplated the possibility. I always made a friend shortly after we parked our popup camper at a campsite. I can look back at elementary, middle, and high school fondly and recall some great people in my life who have grown into accomplished women and men. more “Friends”
I’m not one to write about politics. Frankly, I don’t even like discussing it out loud. Tempers are too incendiary when it comes to the mention of Democratic or Republican policies. Yet, today, I feel, needs to be documented. This morning I said to my husband and some good friends that “All I really care about is protecting my children.” Yes, that’s what I said and how I felt when the President-elect announcement truly sunk in. I am not sure how to exaggerate or underrate the significance of a statement like that. more “Trump”
This is some serious hippy Shit.
I uttered these words last week when I tried to cure a migraine during my first trimester of pregnancy. I am a self-professed “crunchy” mom and proud of it. But I couldn’t deny my urge to have a triple dose of morphine injected into my veins at that moment. For anyone who has experienced a migraine, this shouldn’t sound shocking or even the least bit surprising. more “Some Hippy Shit”