I can’t think of a better visual for being wrong than this photo of my feet shoved into fuzzy socks …

I can’t think of a better visual for being wrong than this photo of my feet shoved into fuzzy socks …
That’s me and my man thirteen years ago, all happy and sparkly. This week my precious sister-in-law is walking down …
This is my disgusting van. It smells like a mixture of hot, smooshed banana and pee from 2007. Sometimes I …
“Savor every moment.” “It goes by so fast.” Every time I hear this advice, heat builds up at the base …
This morning began as most do. My daughter trod across the hall into my room, peeled back my eyelids with …
Today was my kids’ first day of school. Last night I packed snacks and organized folders. I baked their favorite …
The house is finally quiet. The clomping boy feet and sniffling girl drama have given way to the swishing dishwasher …
We’re moving, and I am coming unglued. Unhinged. The hinges are off. I can’t find them. I don’t know what …
Each year we drive beach-bound for our annual pause. A Sabbath week. We leave behind the things that creep between …
When our son was four and a half years old, he went from being our only child, an adorable blond-haired, …
Mother’s Day used to be a day when I would woo-hoo Mom, woo-hoo Grandmommy. A day to eat a yummy …
I care a lot about relationships. I’m always trying to link people together or plug people into projects. I’ll meet …
The way she packs her own GMO-free lunches when she meets you and the kids at McDonalds. The way she …
Her loins burned and her thighs quivered. Sounds like a line from a girl porn book. Er, not exactly at …
Last night we slept at my parents’ house. Some home improvements proved stinkier than we’d planned and we finally fled …
Dear Moms-Who-Work-Outside-of-the-Home, My mother taught me to always write thank you notes, and I still write handwritten notes for gifts …
I have a smiley face on my belly. Two eyes, one over each ovary, a nose in my belly button, …
I have always had cry blockage. My tears build and build and build until they finally pop out at the …
Our lives are filled with hellos. Those first moments, when hungry eyes fall on faces and joy erupts. The sighs …
I read “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” back in 2002. Within days of ditching my birth control pills (totally …
Just. Breathe. This is my first post from my new office for my new blog with my new password and …
Do you ever have those mornings when you just can’t quite hold back the frustration? No? Just me then? When …
I’m not a very organized mother. I’m not clean. I was screened upside down, front, back, sideways, and all around …