Graham and I went away to New England this weekend, just the two of us, for his 40th birthday. We passed through Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and . . .
Eighteen months ago, shortly after I had dropped out of the running for a prestigious position in my organization and asked to go part-time to be more . . .
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 . . .
Post-pool date, I caught up with my girl about tech. I asked her about the nature of her relationship with her phone, how she's going to deal being . . .
Spent a little one-on-one with my girl today talking through the topic of change and transition which is just flat out hard no matter what kind of . . .
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 . . .