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How Abortion Has Changed the Discussion of Miscarriage
I was finally getting back to a normal routine. My miscarriage a few weeks earlier had taken more than just my baby. It had sapped my emotional reserves as well. I was exhausted, but began to force myself to continue the necessary day-to-day tasks. I opened the...
For Those Who are Hurting
On a cold December night a few years ago, I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and grabbed my favorite blanket. The news had reported perfect viewing conditions for a meteor shower, and for whatever reason, I didn’t want to miss this one. We live on the edge of a...
For All the Times You Made It…
A long line of children filed onto the risers. I followed the blonde haired girl in front of me, and turned as we found our place on the front row. The front row is, of course, reserved for the shortest (and best) singers in my opinion. I made a quick scan of the...
In the Morning… When I Rise
“Mooooooooma!” A wild-haired, sleepy-eyed, nearly 3 year old calls to me from her room. “Mooooma! I’m awake! Come get me!” “Shhhh, baby girl! I’m coming! Bubby is still asleep!” “Momma! I’m awake too!” a groggy second voice echoes down the hallway. “Well, Bubby was...
To the Lonely Mommy
I guess I just didn’t understand how someone could never be alone and yet still feel so… lonely. I remember the day that I quit my job. It was in the back of my heart, but I wasn’t quite sure that that I would go through with it. When my son was born, there was no...
Hey, Mom? I Just Wanted to Say…
Hey, mom? I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just haven’t had the words… I appreciate what you’re doing. The early mornings and the long nights are hard. I’m trying to figure it all out. I know that you are too. We’re both new at all of this. But I want you to know that...
Broken Mirrors
Every morning, (well, the mornings that I actually put on makeup) I use a handheld mirror to look at myself up close. This is usually my last step. I've put on the foundation and color and plucked and curled and touched-up, and when I think I've gotten everything just...
Oh, Darlin’, It Doesn’t Have to Be So Hard
“I don’t know what the difference is… or what changed… but you moms seem to have so much more pressure on yourselves than we ever did.” It was such a short conversation, but I have been thinking about it for weeks. What has changed between her generation and mine?...
What My 4 Year Old Wants You to Know About Yelling
I’m guilty. I’m sure you are too. The paint ends up on the wall after the 30th, “Don’t do it!” The baby gets hit with a flying toy after you specifically said, “Don’t throw it!” The toddler isn’t listening. The preschooler isn’t listening. The teenager isn’t...
Gender Reveal! It’s a…. balloon!
To the Momma in the Dressing Room a Few Doors Down:
To the Momma in the dressing room a few doors down: I was already in my own room when you and your daughter came down the hall. I never ran into you after I finished trying on my own clothes. I will never know what you look like. But I have to tell you, I cannot...
For the Days When I Have Lost My Cape…
The other day, I took on a huge reorganization project. I had just gotten to the part where everything was torn apart and a crazy wreck, (You know, the part just before everything starts to look a little better) when I realized that the laundry was waist deep, the...
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