I had an inappropriate thought this morning. While I was chatting with Miles’ daycare teacher during dropoff, Miles was doing the whole clinging to my
Last year I was a bad Christmas mom. This year I’m better. Not GOOD, but better. Let’s start by talking about some of the ways
Remember the Baby-Sitters Club series, the quintessential young-adult books about the teenage girls who all sit at someone’s house in Connecticut every week, waiting for
I saw an article the other day called “Mother’s Day Is A Crock” and I have to agree. I didn’t read the article because I
Last year I was a mediocre Christmas mom. The year before, I was a downright bad Christmas mom. The year before that, it was covid
As a mom, nothing gives me more comfort than this sentence: Everything is a phase. I started hearing that–we probably all did– as a child.