onward brave mother

It’s such a lonely place. I know, my friend, I know. This is a safe space here, a sacred conversation between you and me,…

Sometimes I feel like I’m pretending at motherhood. Yes, even after all these years. Pretending. But I don’t want anyone to see that, honestly,…

Listen to me. For real. This is about the moments. And feeling the pressure to have to grab every single one. So first, the…

  We were driving in the van, me the driver, focusing on the road. The light was red. I stared at it, trying to…

I’m human. My life is messy. My kids aren’t perfect. My house isn’t always clean. Sometimes I’m late. Sometimes I yell (and I hate…

I’m writing this with a glass of wine, on a Friday, sitting next to my son who is building a lego set, after I…