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 ...
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 " ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Boy curled in my arms, Dad and girl doing puzzles; This, our happy life.
This evening, after the kids were fed and we had some family snuggles, the baby was put to bed and I decided to spend some quality time with my pink-haired little girl. We shared a chocolate covered m&m pretzel and she told me about her day. And then we got on the subject of "describing" things. ...
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