I’m kind of in this weird spot of motherhood. Let’s just call it the not so glamorous, but still stressful, but now I’m trying…
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Just this morning I sat in my son’s classroom, on one of those chairs so big for the kids yet so small for me,…
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I used to write articles about finding peace during the toddler years. I kind of miss that advice because the put them down for…
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We’re going to chat about money. About hiding. About keeping up appearances. But really money. Because that is a giant space of hiding for…
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My kids don’t have a perfect mom. They have me. Imperfect. But I try, boy, do I try. Sometimes it feels too small, not…
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I remember the day you were born. It’s etched in my mind, the sun shining and piercing my eyes as we drove to the…