Fight for Light

This is a practiced story, but one I could tell over and over again. Babesie was my sunshine girl from the very beginning. Her labor was exactly as I wanted. Surrounded and supported by loved members of family, held by her father, my Boyo, I caught her in my own two hands as she came […]

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Mom-fessions of a Night Owl

I have a confession to make. But first, let me give you a little run through of my morning. I wake up 30 minutes after my five-year-old, which gives her ample time to watch one of her favorite shows and get good and hungry. Get the baby from his crib, change his diaper and get […]

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She Has To Cry

People congratulate babies on the weirdest things. Good hair, big eyes, no drool, quiet cries. “How nice,” they say. “That cry is so quiet.” As if in the middle of the night a quieter cry is somehow easier to answer. When all you want to do is sleep but your little one is calling, the […]

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Tree of Life

When I was young, and I feel sure many of you can relate to this, time stretched before me in long lazy swathes. Sure, I had chores and homework, but for the most part, my time was mine. I sat, I dreamed. Most of all, I wrote. Everyone has their thing. Writing has always been […]

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Don’t Cancel On Yourself

It was 5:38 when I got The Call. I was already dressed, had my shoes on, Babysitter was arriving at 6:00. Dinner was in the oven, Bubs was using me as a climbing gym. I was ready, more than ready to buck outta there. “I can’t do it,” My dear friend on the other side […]

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Mommy Brain Manifesto

The moment you had that child in your arms, they moved into your heart, your brain, and your body, literally changing your brain chemistry.  A piece of your brain was switched on, while other bits were switched off. Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a mommy brain.

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Worm Food

Nobody Likes me, everybody hates me, I’m gonna eat some worms. First you take their heads off then you skoosh their guts out… I’ll stop there. But you know it might be the beginnings of a gloomy day when that’s your alarm clock. I disentangled myself from five-year-old, warning her that she only had two […]

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