“This too shall pass, Heather.” I repeated this mantra to myself just like Rain Man. I would come to truly appreciate my mother’s finest words of wisdom as I lay on the couch wreaking of baby puke with a t-shirt saturated with breast milk, overly frustrated with my nursing difficulties and fighting back involuntary tears …Read More
My daughter’s musical.ly video app has my jaw dropped. Her newest thing, while seemingly harmless, still requires parental monitoring. I mean, I know she loves singing and dancing, so why would I suppress those things and her desire to share with “friends”? But let’s get back to the jaw drop. I don’t even recognize the …Read More
I used to despise my minivan. While I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I hated it. It screamed uncool Mom. Before everyone gets mad at me, I knew being a Mom wasn’t about being cool, but sometimes I felt like my cool side was just dying. It was smothered out of me in those early …Read More
I tried to occupy myself with packing, but my mind kept turning back to the clock and the phone. We were awaiting the call from our fertility doctor, letting us know if the years we spent in grueling, humiliating, disruptive (not to mention financially draining) treatments had finally resulted in a pregnancy. Time was crawling. …Read More
The sun is fading on the last day of our family’s summer vacation. I am trying to internalize the mesmerizing ebb and flow of the waves, the soft breeze, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the peaceful ease of this moment so I can store it away for later. Walking back to …Read More
Love. It’s such a small word for such a big thing. My oldest daughter, age twelve, has recently been asking a lot of questions about what it means to love someone, what it means to be loved, and what marriage is all about. These are the current topics in our household. In turn, I have …Read More
