It was amazing

"You never play outside with us like that, mama!" my daughter said, smiling.  "I know, love," I began. "I want to play outside with you..." She cut me off.  "No, mama. You did play outside with us today and it was the most fun day ever. It was amazing." *** I cannot even begin to count how many times I have written ...

When it snowed

I can still remember the day. It was Thanksgiving, 2010, and my daughter was seven-months-old. We had given her a bagel to gnaw on for the very first time and she played happily on the floor of our small, quaint living room in our little, first house. And then, snowflakes started to dance from the sky and ...

Walk the line

I stood at my back door after a stressful morning drop-off with my kids. I had been 1 minute shy of another tardy slip and so I raced to get my daughter to school on time and she made it. But it was tense. Anxiety seeped out from me; it was palpable. My kids felt it. It wasn't ...

Modern Moms

I am always so honored when I get called upon to talk about my story; I love to share my take on life, my evolution as a blogger, the reason for my mental health advocacy and, as emphasized here, why I'm always #keepinitreal on social media. Here you can read my interview entitled " Modern Moms " ...

Wings

She turned and walked out of the room. We had just kissed. Eleven times. I refrained from getting up to watch her walk down the stairs, but I could hear her little footsteps as her red, glittery sandals met the hardwood floors on the staircase. Except, her footsteps aren’t so little anymore. My girl is off ...

Home, again.

I am absolutely brimming with stories to tell; I have good stories, funny stories, warm stories, and a love story. But I haven't been able to write, because I have been too busy doing this thing called living. So, I decided that while I took the time to craft and publish these stories, today, I would republish the story that ...

Dear Diary, Saint Motel and rage no more.

I mentioned on Monday that this has been a really unusual time for my little family, filled with hills and valleys (I likened it to a mountain, before, but I will make it simple, tonight). I wrote about how on Sunday we did things like Build Bears, eat popovers and lose our son in the mall ...

We are doing this

My relationship with my son is an extremely complex one. It is so easy for me to write about my daughter (my mini-me); in fact, I have literally hundreds of posts from which to choose, that would each somehow illustrate her character or our bond. I was just searching for the post in which I ...

Sister things.

I write a lot on here about my dear, beloved friends, who are like my sisters. We talk constantly, see each other whenever possible and are as close as friends can be. But I am also lucky enough to have an actual sister; She has appeared many times on here throughout the years, and although we ...