Loving My Flaws
I’m going to embrace my authenticity—all of my quirks, flaws, and limitations are all part of who I am. Mommy is a person who is amazing just as she is. Authenticity is beautiful.
Reclaiming My Identity
I felt trapped in a mommy matrix. I don’t know who decided that mothers should give up their identities and personalities. Rest assured, it’s wrong and crazy-making.
Where’s the ‘How to Maintain Your Identity’ Manual?
I’m 23 years into parenting and reclaiming my identity. It was a mistake to allow motherhood to swallow me whole, but I had no guidance on how to maintain my identity.
The Yenta Factor
My romantic life is really none of anyone’s business. If I decide to commit to someone, but not conform to the institution of marriage, does that really affect my need for allergy medication?
We Know This Year Sucks, But It’s A Great Opportunity To Teach Your Teens Resiliency
Some people believe they have the ability to handle obstacles and setbacks. To others, challenges are terrifying and they crumble when merely faced with obstacles. The truth is, everyone can expand their abilities and change their way of doing things.
Things I Won’t Be Able To Do With My Face Once Masks Are No Longer A Thing
Once masks are gone, I’m going to have to reign in my clueless muttering. Now, I can bumble around talking to myself without anyone noticing or caring.
You will feel joy and heartbreak when you leave your teen at college
When your child leaves your home to start a new chapter, it’s okay to feel joy and grief, pride and heartbreak, happiness and sorrow.
Late Term Abortions: They’re not what you think they are
The stereotypes are grossly wrong. Such complex medical decisions need to be made between a mother and her physicians based on her particular circumstances. Her decisions also need to be HIPAA protected.
Seeing the world now through the eyes of my 7-year-old
As adults struggle to comprehend the magnitude of horror in Uvalde, I am confident that seven-year-olds can’t truly process such vile murders.
I nodded as he excitedly told me he found the perfect rock for me. It wasn’t the first perfect rock he’d given me, nor would it be the last.