An old cherry tree sits just outside my bedroom window. For several seasons I’ve watched it blossom to life—ripening with evergreen and fruit. I’ve also witnessed that life slowly drifting away in the cool autumn breeze. As the branches empty one by one, I sit and gaze without expression.
Each leaf that falls reminds me of a ten-year-old girl buried deep in a closet, hiding behind bags of old clothes. Ashamed of the tears, she desperately tries to hide her sorrow from the world. A tattered Mickey Mouse muffles her sobs. READ MORE
I’ve never had anything like this hit so close to home before and I’m in such disbelief. My head was swirling around with the faces of the people my husband and I know who work at the Navy Yard. My husband’s former coworkers and our friends. The agony of not knowing if they’re safe or if we will later find out that they were a victim of such an unbelievable tradegy. READ MORE
The controversial new TIME cover reads, “The Childfree Life: When Having It All Means Not Having Children.”
As someone without kids, I can tell you that I live in my grandmother’s basement, and I don’t have it all. I think “having it all” has an exclusive meaning to each individual—your life should be your decision. Someone once said to me, “I believe women can have it all, but not all at once.”
What is “having it all” anyway?
People always want something better, or something more. I’m not even talking about the other debate of settling for something that you don’t want. With or without the family, are we as people ever satisfied? READ MORE
Knowing your gut and standing by it is the holy grail of parenthood.
As a mom of two boys, twelve and eight, there are some circumstances where it’s easy to follow my gut: swimming lessons, completed homework, good manners. Other times I waver, caving to “please” for junk food (why must Gatorade be so red, Cheetos so orange?).
Right now my gut tells me to bury my twelve-year-old son’s smartphone in a cement grave. But do I have the fortitude to do it? READ MORE
I’m quickly approaching my _ _ th birthday which is oh so close to _ _. Ahhhh! For some reason turning _ _ is really hard for me. Turning _ _ wasn’t nearly as difficult.
I should celebrate with that kick ass 80’s prom party that I wanted to have when I turned _ _, 5 years ago. I should be excited that I’m having a Life-versary thanks to my mom carrying me in her body for 9 months and transporting me into the world. Thanks mom, I truly do appreciate it! READ MORE