Dear lady standing next to me at the public bathroom sink, Yes, I have an issue, and it’s called OCD. The chemical misfires in my…
It {what parents fear most}
We all blink. All of us. Good parents blink. Bad parents blink. Even those of us in-the-middle, just-trying-to-be-decent parents blink. In the seconds when we…
Keep the small things big
A friend, whose oldest child is inching towards kindergarten, asked me recently what advice I had to offer. As a member of the Mom With…
A light in the darkness
A dear friend recently asked me about a kidnapped baby girl whose horrific abuse and murder made headlines. “Doesn’t it just make you want to…
You’re hired
One of my biggest convictions regarding the raising of my daughters has been that I do not want them stepping into domestic life as woefully…
Lead on
It was a moment when my faith had begun to droop, just a little … dipping its edges in the what ifs and whys that…
What I see in the mirror
My last post hadn’t been live for more than an hour when questions — and congratulations — started rolling in. “So excited for you!” “Wait…
The Scarlet D
I was 15 when my parents divorced; my mother was 38. I remember looking at her one day, shortly after the ink was dry on…
Quiet time
Early morning is my time. I prefer to rise while it’s still dark. I’m obviously not wired for late nights; my thinking gets muddled as the…
How to be REAL without being RUDE
I admit to being completely caught off guard when my August post, “My husband is an idiot and I can’t stand my kids,” garnered so much…