A few days ago, I found myself back in the radiology department of the hospital where I gave birth to my premature daughter, a harrowing experience I wrote about three years ago in a blog titled “The Story Of A…
Author: Sabrina Manno
After about 13 years of working as an editor for various publications in New York City, I gave up my professional career to stay home with my two beautiful children. While I enjoy being a mom (mostly), the trials and tribulations that these two human beings put me through daily are enough to test the patience of a saint! And I am no saint.
I’ve spent the past four-and-a-half years struggling to find my way back to the autonomous, carefree woman I once was. My first step toward that goal came in June, when I took over as president of a local chapter of the International Moms Club. This role has introduced me to many wonderful moms, allowed me to flex my professional and creative muscles, and given me a whole new purpose! Most importantly, though, it’s motivated me to pursue my true dream: starting this blog.
I love to write, and I love to make people laugh, so that’s why I’m here. Full disclosure: I tend to be too open, a little (OK, a lot) sarcastic, and honest to a fault. I love my kids to the moon and back, but they drive me crazy and I’m not afraid to admit it or write about it.
I Love You Past Heaven
Last night during family movie night, my almost-6-year-old son sidled up next to me on the couch (unsolicited), gently pushed my hair back, and whispered these words to me. I have no idea what I did to deserve him, but…
Reflection
One of the hardest aspects of parenting—at least for me—is recognizing and, more importantly, accepting my children’s flaws and weaknesses. And what makes it even more difficult is when I see myself and my own shortcomings in their eyes, particularly…
Pearl
We all need a protector of our souls; this one’s for mine. Pearl Eroded by a life’s full work Of unassuming storms I humbly chose to bury Her Beneath the rushing wave-washed shores A battered husk Her sole protection For…
Your Tender Morsel No Longer
Sometimes it’s not others from whom we must escape, but our overly critical selves. Your Tender Morsel No Longer No words Are more powerful Than the piercing silence Of walking away And leaving behind Those who no longer Empower you…
Dancing Grass
I took my kids on a picnic in the backyard today. (Before you give me the credit I don’t deserve, I got the idea from a close friend, who did the same with her young daughter earlier this week. Thank…
Reawakening
Oh, Autumn, how I love thee. Whenever October rolls around something magical happens to me … the clean, crisp air; the kaleidoscope of colors; the aromas of pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and harvest-time; the early sunsets and ancient evenings; the giddy…
City Girl In The Rearview
“Art is to console those who are broken by life.” ― Vincent van Gogh My family and I spent this past Sunday in Manhattan–we had tickets to see the Vincent van Gogh exhibit. Watching his paintings come to life was…
The Painter
Been thinking a lot about judgment, misunderstanding, and differences in opinion these days. There’s certainly plenty of each to go around and it’s so … tedious. I wish we could all just support one another, have compassion for one another,…
Harvest Moon
On my morning run yesterday I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the Harvest Moon (thank you, husband, for being on top of these things and keeping me informed), which, of course, inspired me. I saved this poem…