I dare someone to talk with their besties as much as I do with mine. Every day, we connect, leaving Voxer messages that are 6, 8, 13 minutes long. . . .
Over the weekend, I camped out for several hours in Panera working on a project I'd been contracted to write. It was a busy afternoon, and the tables . . .
Over the past few weeks I've found myself in tears and, y'all, I'm not a cryer. Just ask my best friends and they'll tell you I'm about as stoic as . . .
Earlier this summer, I bought a beautiful potted plant. It was everything my gardening mama told me to look for in a flower combo—the thriller, the . . .
"It is better to be loved than admired. It is better to be truly known and seen and taken care of by a small tribe than adored by strangers . . .
You know how the day before you're scheduled for a haircut, you can't do a thing with your hair? Turns out the same holds true for moms the day . . .
We all know there's a lot of hype around Mother's Day but, let's face it, Sunday is probably going to be like any other day for us childbearers. The . . .
Last Friday, our youngest went to the emergency room after falling and thwacking her head on our hardwood floor. It was a true parenting fail kind of . . .
On Monday, I had the honor of speaking to a local Mothers of Preschoolers group on the topic of friendship. If I had any doubts that my talking points . . .
Clearing out my phone messages the other day, I found this text chain with my neighbors the night before Winnie was born. About a month earlier, we . . .