A Practically Perfect Mother’s Day
If you’ve been a mother for long, you’ve learned that some Mother’s Days are extra special and some aren’t much different than an average day. I’m happy to say that today was the former. My kids gave me the sweetest gifts: hand-painted...
Really, Don’t Fret the Sweat
Infants have their own delicious smells, with their sweet baby breath and fuzzy little heads. Even their bad odors are okay: they’re just so baby precious. It was always a shock to me the first time mine had “bad breath,” a sign that they were...
“Don’t Make Me Come Up There!” Review and Giveaway
[Contest is closed. Winners are Jen and Brigit.] Do you often feel like a failure in the motherhood department? Like there should be a big “L” stamped on your forehead? Like surely your kids would fare better with a mom who’s a little more, well,...
Facing Fiona
She crawls into bed with me this morning, carrying a small toy, and a two-year-old wound reopens, fresh. “Guess where I got my doll?” she asks. It’s been some time since I’ve seen it, and I don’t want to look at it, talk about it now. I...
