Sometimes parenting can be the loneliest existence. You wouldn’t think so what with the constant activity that comes with having children. But when the chaos dies down and you have a moment to breathe, you look around and realize you’re…
Category: Whims & Words
Words Are Everything: A Collection Of Quotes That Move Me
Two things to know about me: I adore the written word (obviously, or we wouldn’t be here together on this blog); and I am obsessed with lists; I even write lists for my lists. So, I decided to put the…
We See You, Dziadziu
My Dziadziu’s been coming up in conversation with my kids a lot lately. It started the other day during dinner when they were eating chicken nuggets. My son didn’t want to eat his, so my daughter and I were trying…
I Am A Professional: I’m A Momma
I’m a big believer in signs these days. So, when I came across a recent article about a stay-at-home mom who has no desire to return to her managing editor roots because she believes her career was to raise her…
I’m Not Burned Out, You’re Burned Out
Blather, rinse, repeat. It’s been three months since I posted to this blog. Geez, where the heck did that time go? Back then I was dreading the summer. Not only because I hate the stifling heat and humidity (I’m a…
He Who Raises Me Up
I’ve talked about my past struggles (outside of parenting) on this blog before—dark days that felt hopeless and lonely and never-ending. One of those times was at the beginning of 2011, following a rugged, painful breakup and a bleak, tear-filled…
A Quiet Rockstar
On this Mother’s Day, I wanted to take a moment to say “thank you” to the beautiful, kind, caring, and selfless woman who gave me life. I’ve always known that my mom—whom I endearingly call “Woman”—was a quiet rockstar. I…
Baby Steps For The (Momma’s) Soul
At this moment in my life, parenting experts—if there are such a thing—could probably use me as a case study in “How To Self-Reflect And Adjust Your Perspective After A Parenting Meltdown.” Three weeks ago, I woke up, hyperventilated myself…
Knee-Deep In A Mom-Life Crisis
Forget a midlife crisis, I think I’m going through a mom-life crisis. Just last week I blogged about not getting my four hours of freedom because of a snow day. I complained it was a conspiracy because every Tuesday since…
A Snow-Day Conspiracy
It’s a (insert expletive of your choice) conspiracy! When I decided to put my son in preschool a few months back, I had my schedule all worked out. My daughter would attend school every weekday except Thursday. Why did I…