Last week, I found a note from Henry's preschool teacher tucked away in my desk. As I read it, my heart quickened. I remember that feeling of getting . . .
I just left a second voicemail at the hotel in Maine we were supposed to visit for my 40th birthday in August. The governor recently declared that . . .
Yesterday, my nine-year-old twins went in for their well visit at the pediatrician. We ticked through all the health items first: what are they eating . . .
"She's obviously going through a phase," I stated emphatically to my husband earlier this week. "Surely this won't last." This I speak of is my nearly . . .
Last weekend I got the first glimpse of our new normal. All the things have begun. Back-to-school nights have come and gone, fall soccer is in full . . .
I think it was around August 1st when the official mood in our house took a hard left turn. The newness of summer had worn off, vacations had been . . .
Soooooo, Teen Talk Tuesday took a brief hiatus in July, but for good reason: the teen in my home was gone for the majority of the month. First on our . . .
My kid wore a dress to school yesterday. Her first of the year. Trying to pull my jaw off the floor, I calmly told her she looked great. And when she . . .
Over the weekend—yes, Mother's Day weekend—I went away by myself for a night. Sounds kind of counterintuitive, I know. Didn't I want to wake up on . . .
I remember the exact day—the exact moment—when I realized I didn't have to keep pushing. It was August 19, 2016, the day after my birthday, and my . . .