I have a family history of breast cancer which shouldn't equate to waiting to die. Awareness isn't enough.
This year as a mom has been a personal transformation. I’m coming to the realization that I’m not a mom of babies anymore and I’m mourning the loss of their baby fat and cries and snuggles and sniffles. In my rational mind I’m screaming at myself for saying I miss it because while I was... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was a baby and I went back to work, I was the morning parent. I rushed through the crying and the diapers and the blow-dryer and the makeup sleepy eyed and zombie like. The mornings were chaos and no matter what I did, by the time I left the daycare, I was... Continue Reading →
One of the things that sucks the most about losing a parent when you’re young is that you don’t have a chance to get to know them as an adult. The fact that there are people in the world that knew my own mom better than me is a weird concept. Hearing about her from... Continue Reading →
It’s no secret that one of the main things couples fight about is money. It doesn’t matter if you have none or have a ton, the amount of money doesn’t change the tension around it. The reasons for this are numerous stemming from societal pressures, misaligned value assignments, childhood learning, etc. Those are all interesting... Continue Reading →
When I became a parent, I didn’t think about the fact that one day I was going to have to send my sweet little babies out into the world and their sphere of influence would exponentially grow beyond what I had filtered for them. Control freaks unite. Then when my daughter was in first grade,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wonder why I’m so mentally exhausted at the end of each day. Ask my coworkers, after 3pm, my vocabulary goes from professional to third grade level. It’s not like I’m solving the problems of the world. I have a normal job, with normal stresses, and it’s totally manageable. But some days just kick... Continue Reading →
My daughter is in the fourth grade and every year since she’s been in school so far, she’s asked me to be the room mom. You know, the one who comes into class to help pass out an exorbitant amount of homemade Pinterest worthy treats for every holiday party. Each year I tell her that... Continue Reading →