A new post for anyone else who’s found mothering to be hard today. It’s 2pm, and all I hear are running feet and slamming doors… I don’t...

As mothers, we give up a lot for our kids. Of course, there’s sleep. Often, our bodies. Sometimes, our portions, our social lives, our...

3am comes with a wail, and my sleepy brain tells my sleepy body to — just get him up. Not necessarily baby at this point, but get up my...

God with us. He is with us. Even today, when headlines shout “God Isn’t Fixing This” gun problem, carnage, this hateful, messy world, and...

The costumes are put away, and the pumpkin sits lonely and dark on the porch. I listen to the washing machine clean up the dirt carried...

I stood still and quiet in our kitchen. My phone connected to the little white cord that powers it; tethered to the room where meals are...

1pm, 10pm, 3am, 7:30am. I’m getting used to keeping times. He coughs in his sleep, and I listen closely for my name – “mommy.” He is two...

My children, These times in which you are living are not easy. They are in fact hard and inflicted with hurt. What you read and observe...

My sons, You see him up early, almost everyday, a part of your morning that comes with a scooped-up hug and smile that makes you smile,...

I’ve seen plenty of them this week. I’m talking about those side-by-side snapshot comparisons of that nerve-rattled first day and last...

A tribute to my sister and all with mothering hearts this Mother’s Day. Let us find our joy. Pictured above is my sister and I embracing...

I noticed the box of art supplies was out of place, and their little hands had little stains that come from magic markers. Mother’s Day...

The day was beautiful, but it was ugly, too. Baltimore erupts into violence, anti-white activism. Death toll exceeds 3,800 in Nepal...

As long as I can remember, I’ve always looked forward to spring. More time outside to play, less time until the school year’s end and...

“Go Momm-meee.” His 2-year old voice trailing his 2-year old legs that have sped off to lap the round kitchen table. He is moving fast,...

It hit me like the 2 tbsp of butter that sank to the bottom of the metal pot on the stove. My self-expectations of good parenting,...

My youngest will have surgery this month. He will go without food and drink for hours before. He will wear a teeny hospital gown that’s...

This truth came to me as I watched my son watch me get him ready for bed. My sister came over earlier with her daughter, bouncing and...

Today I messed up, and I owe some apologies. I apologize to the man driving the transfer truck that cut me off at the merge. Me, in a...

My boys are fifteen months apart. When we announced we were expecting our second baby, we heard everything from – “they’ll be best...