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Gripping My Old Self
Almost seven years ago, I slipped into a new life role (not so quietly). After the hardest 36 hours of my life to date, I earned m...
May Pandemonium
May is a bit of a tease, isn’t it? It marks the end of spring, the rain has slowed but the warmth is here to stay. The lengthening...
Tackling Tantrums
There are some beautiful days of motherhood I will always remember. And then there’s the memory of my 2 ½-year-old screaming in th...
Generational Cultivators
People say I am just like my dad. We look the same, act the same, think the same. But I would argue as I get older, I am becoming ...
The Best Assumptions
I have not always been one to assume the best about others. There, I said it. It’s not pretty, but it’s true.
As a teenager, I ...
What Grandma Taught Me in the Kitchen
I grew up in the kitchen with my mama and grandmas and aunties. The kitchen always held a centrifugal force, drawing our family to...
Pay. Attention.
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Consciousness breathes in and out as often as my chest inflates with air. Sounds o...
Salty Scaredy-Cat
The email read: "A resident may have spotted a Florida panther near the woods. Please be careful after dusk, especially if you hav...
Thrive to Declutter
My hair fell hot against my face. I positioned the flatiron and smoothed another chunk of wayward blonde strands. “Mom!” My four-y...
The Welcome Box
Fifteen years ago, after spending time at a Guatemalan orphanage, my husband and I returned to the states and asked the very simpl...
When moms are resourced, when moms are elevated, when moms are educated, when moms are empowered to do what they are meant to do in the world, everyone is better because of it.