Presence Not Presents 

Christmas is full of planning, stress, and obligations. The anxiety of the day can take over rather quickly. The distractions of the holiday details can blur your view of what is truly important. Many times this holiday season I have found myself worrying about preparing to have a perfect day. I worry my children will … Continue reading Presence Not Presents 

Tonight I cried in front of my kids.

There are days that are more emotionally taxing than others. We've all been in an emotionally vulnerable frame of mind that leaves us exhausted. For me, today was one of those days. Emotional vulnerability is not something I am comfortable with. I prefer to keep my emotions tight-lipped. Honestly, I'd rather have a colonoscopy than … Continue reading Tonight I cried in front of my kids.

Embrace your role: What I’d like to tell my high school self.

Remember seeing the beautiful girls in high school? These girls had it all. They were talented, coordinated, popular, and confident. These girls would walk by and draw the attention of their adoring fans. If you took the time to look past the high school's leading women you would start to notice the background. The supporting … Continue reading Embrace your role: What I’d like to tell my high school self.

Cut the Crap: The sanctimommy B.S. needs to stop

Motherhood is hard.  If you are anything like me you are likely your biggest critic. I experience constant doubt about my parenting skills.  I often wonder just how badly I'm screwing up my kids.  There have been multiple moments that I am sure a therapist will hear about in 20-years or so.    Adding the critical … Continue reading Cut the Crap: The sanctimommy B.S. needs to stop

I was the best mom, before I had kids: A cautionary tale. 

I had it all figured out, before I had kids.   Enter baby #1 and the world cracked open to display my inadequacies, short comings, and general dumbassery (autocorrect hated that one). Total Screw Up 1:  I thought pregnancy would be easy. You can stop laughing any time now.   I got pregnant my last … Continue reading I was the best mom, before I had kids: A cautionary tale. 

Bangs: The struggle is real. 

  I believe the trauma of my bangs experience goes back to the very early 2000s.  This was the era of large curled bangs that required at least one can of shellac daily.   I was young, and my bangs had to be all the rage.   I had the biggest and most perfectly curled bangs... until … Continue reading Bangs: The struggle is real.