When I look in the mirror I don’t see my kids’ mom anymore. I see me.
Each new baby represents more claims on your time and energy.
Motherhood didn’t become my identity– it helped me find it.
While it is true that binge-drinking among moms is reaching epidemic levels, it is not the act of mom-ing that got us there.
I’m the mom who thinks it’s a great idea to bake a cake at 11 pm or eat dessert before dinner.
Is our obsession with being perfect parents hurting us – and our kids?
“I felt like, and still feel like, I made a mistake. I don’t want to be a parent.”
For now, I’m a boy, and I’m a mama, and those seemingly contradictory truths are things I can accept about myself.
Those three seemingly innocuous words can come across as patronizing, alienating and ultimately dismissive.
There’s a message on Facebook from my ex, my daughter’s father whom we haven’t seen in 15 years.
Broken sleep will become your new norm.
Leaving my boys with their father was the hardest thing I’d ever do in my life.
I find a measure of compassion for her that I’ve never been able to apply to myself.
One of our fave new authors, Chloe Flynn reveals the secret underworld of mothers’ group.
I just tell my daughter the truth.