When Friendships Float
The year was 2008. I was on my way to a meeting to fill out paperwork for my new teaching job. I walked into the admin building ten minutes early,…
An open apology letter…to my thighs
We all have that one thing (or many, depending on the day) we nag ourselves about. You know that nasty little negative voice in your head. This trait seems like…
The Nasty Need to Prove It
I know that I have the tendency to be an over-thinker. Just ask my sons’ preschool teachers. (Me: Is it normal for him to be obsessed with butts? Do you…
Feeding babies is best
Sometimes at night when the house is quiet, I can still hear the hum of a breast pump in the distance. As soon as you get pregnant (or think about…
My Take On the Blame Game
It is SO easy to feel guilty as a mom, and, really, in life in general. You know the drill…I don’t read to my kids enough. Why did I have…
Donut? Yes, please.
My desk at work is right next to this magical snack table. Delicious treats appear almost everyday, sometimes they are healthy. But there are always snacks. It is basically part…
Confessions of a Mid 80s Baby
We all have deep, dark secrets. Today, I’ve decided to come clean. There are some things that just beg to be confessed. Here’s a small list of things that I…
On proving yourself postpartum
Excuse me, are you saying after growing a real-life human being then in one way or another pushing that baby from my body, I have something to prove? Well, no,…
Real Always Wins 