When your child is sick, your holiday will look different.
Tag: NaNoWriMo
My Thanksgiving Prayer
Mississippi isn’t known for its smooth roads, but potholes matter far less when you’re running. You can easily maneuver the adversity on foot.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if all of life’s struggles could be resolved so effortlessly?
Parenthood is feast or famine.
To the outsider, it looks like a job: Be a parent. But, from the inside, the highs and lows are epic.
Parenthood, at its core, is feast or famine. I have come to deeply appreciate – and suffer through – this truth in recent days.
Can you pursue motherhood and dreams?
I don’t have it figured out. I’m not even close. But this morning I woke up and accepted the challenge: try to be a mother and something else.
Sex Education, One Stall Over
When you are a mother, taking your child with you to the bathroom is status quo, especially in public spaces. Even if you have a little boy. I mean, where else are they to go?
Yesterday was no different from any other outing. Except, well, someone was listening.
Garage Confessional
Apple. Amazon. My first book. What do they have in common?
They were all started in a garage.
What If We Were Honest?
“How are you?”
It’s a question I’m asked constantly as a parent. Most often I respond with “Good” or a similar sentiment. But, let’s be honest, there are at least three crises going on in each of my children’s lives.
Political conversations with a four-year-old
Son: Why did they make a statue with liberty on it?
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What Halloween 2017 Taught Me
1. It’s the kids, not the costumes that make the night special. We lost Minnie’s ears two weeks ago. (A bow worked even better.)
A Christmas Present
As a mother, I often feel like I am on the front lines of culture wars. This year I didn’t go Black Friday shopping. But two days later, I was forced to brave Walmart for milk (no blizzard pending).
The scene was so quiet, so serene, and the Christmas aisle was like my own pine-scented paradise. Except I was all alone. There was no warmth.
The whole endeavor to find an advent calendar was fruitless. In fact, I found nothing among the Christmas items but gift-related products. Wrapping paper, bows, gift tags, and tape.
Isn’t Christmas about spending time together?
