I had an ex who treated me like garbage. He constantly made me feel worthless and he said as much, too. By the time our relationship ended, he had taken my heart and self-confidence and hauled it away in a big U-haul truck.
I Will Still Love You
I will still love you when my lungs no longer breathe and my heart no longer beats. That is the depth of a mother’s love. That is the depth of my love for you.
Here Comes 40
10 years changes everything, doesn’t it? I’m grateful to be a happily-married, sober mommy of two little boys who give me so much purpose. The person I am now is stronger, happier and wiser than the person I was then.
The Hell Known As Sleep Training
“Does he sleep through the night yet?” Nope. My eight month old doesn’t go all night. Not even close. And before you know it, you’re presented with the ever popular, somewhat elusive question of, “Oh! Have you tried sleep training?” As far as I can tell, eight months into my sweet little nugget’s life, “sleep training”…
Mamas, It’s Time To Stop The Judgement
Mamas! Make today the day you stop the criticism… stop the judgement. I know it’s so easy to get swept away in how others parent. I’m guilty too! And on social media you can criticize without anything more than clicking SEND. No repercussion. No response. You can send hurt and hate to a stranger or…
There Are Bad Times Too
Dear lady at the grocery store, You see my two year old quietly snacking on goldfish and you smile. He reminds you of your grandson and those days many years ago when you took your little ones to the store. You remember the sweet smiles, the tiny expressions, the joy in your heart. “Enjoy these…
Here’s How I’m Really Doing
“Hi! I haven’t seen you in forever! How ARE you?” We all get asked this question several times a day. More on others. And our responses are so canned. So broad. So simplistic. “I’m fine… I’m great! How are you?” Wanna know something? There’s actually a little more to it. So here I go. The…
Watching People You Love Slowly Kill Themselves
I was probably 15 or 16 when I caught my father drinking. It was a school-day afternoon, I remember. The other details from the day fade now, almost 25 years later, but I remember it was sunny and the house was quiet. My dad had picked me up from high school, as was usual. When…
Welcome to the Bedtime Circus
Not my circus. Not my monkeys. Oh crap, wait… these are my monkeys. This is my circus. And our bedtime routine has disintegrated to a scene from Lord of the Flies. All I see are naked boys dominating power over the weak. Me. I think that makes me a fly, actually. It’s so simple on paper….
I’m Sorry You Feel That Way
“You aren’t my mommy anymore!” Oh, it finally happened. My four year old hurt my feelings. Purposely. I mean, sure, he hurts my feelings all the time. Every time he pulls away when I hug him. The countless times he’s chosen dad over me for bedtime stories, piggy back rides, even cutting up meat. “Daddy…
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