I was on the phone with my mom telling her about my day. “It sounds like you got a lot done,” she said. But I didn’t feel like her words were true. “It’s not a big deal. I didn’t get that much done. I have so much to do still,” I answered. I was completely unimpressed...

I wander around my house and there is continual proof that I can’t keep up. I can’t always keep up with the dishes. I can’t keep up with the laundry-covered guest bed (even when I promise myself I’ll do one load a day.) I can’t keep up with the kids’ bathroom that...

I have this memory from when my kids were little... they had spent the morning playing with play doh and coloring and reading and dragging out all of their toys and FIGHTING. There had been tons of fighting. I had my four month old on my hip as I put away the dishes...

She was on the other side of the wall in the next room. I couldn’t hear what the nurses were saying or her husband or friends. I couldn’t hear what words her family might have spoken to assure her. I couldn’t hear the calm words of the doctor or the likely beeping of...

You are strong. I imagine you don’t usually feel as if that word fits you. ...stressed tired overwhelmed anxious exhausted... Maybe it seems those words better fit how you feel most days. And maybe they do. Maybe you pour and give and never feel quite filled back up....