The Hardest Part.

When I wrote The hardest post I've ever written, I wrote about my struggles with peri- and postpartum depression. But in it, I proclaimed that the hardest part of the hardest post was having to type the following words: I can no longer have children. In it I also wrote how incredibly grateful I am for having ...

“MOMMY!”

my daughter exclaimed, after I picked her up from school, headed out to my favorite store. "I have a horrible story to tell you," she continued. "So many things are making me in a grumpy mood. My brother lied to me. He really DID spit up on my sock. And I went on the blog and they ...