Ashley
Ashley is from Hurst, and though she’s flown the nest a few times now, she always seems to boomerang right back to her hometown. Her latest stint took her family to Chicago for the last four years. While Ashley, her husband of almost 16 years, her son and daughter loved life as honorary Midwesterners, Texas called, and it was time to answer. Though her children are in upper elementary school, Ashley found her groove as a stay-at-home mom and is not eager to give up the title quite yet. You can find her putting in the miles all over town with her “doggy clients” as a Rover walker and caregiver. (Dogs talk back less than children.) Ashley is often the loudest mom at the ball fields but comes in peace with the best snacks. She recharges with a run around Hurst, a ride on that stationary bike everyone’s talking
about, or on a patio with a margarita and her very funny husband. Ashley has written for local mom groups, church and is a returning writer for Fort Worth Moms. Her husband hopes she will stick to more pieces on motherhood and less on disappointing stays at grimy hotels.
Children’s Counseling :: What It’s Like According to Kids
What does the process of counseling look like from the perspective of today's kid? What could be gained if we gave kids the floor and let them talk about their experiences?
In Defense of Why I STILL Stay at Home
A school day leaves my house in a state of calm I haven't known since becoming a mother. The silence! You wouldn't believe the silence. I
Moms’ Dirty Little Secrets: We’re Gross, Too!
Unfortunately for moms everywhere, I'm here to set the record straight. I plan to drop some knowledge and peel back the curtain. Call me a turncoat, but it's time. Kids get the bad rap, but us moms can be just as disgusting. We're, however, smart enough, with our fully formed brains, to hide our particular form of gross. Sorry, sisters. Get ready. This is happening.
It Ain’t About You, Kid: Kicking Entitlement to the Curb
I am simply one mom, saying she's tired of the me-culture. No more whining or pouting. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. Am I right, people?
Step Away from the Trophy!
Sports and other activities have moved away from experience to expectation. And, my generation has encouraged this type of thinking because we've wanted you guys to feel good. We don't want to keep score, or only issue trophies to the winning team because that would feel unfair. For goodness sake, what have we done to our kids? We think we're protecting you, but what are we teaching you about life?
I Am Mother. Hear Me Roar!
I boldly declare that I am a yelling mom and have made my peace with it. I am here to welcome, with open arms, those of you who are audibly-gifted and parent your children as such.
If These Walls Could Talk: In Celebration of a Home
How many hours did I spend pushing my own babies in the late afternoon sun as we waited for him to come home from work? Now those same late afternoons are taken up by homework and practices. I blinked and life has changed. I breathe in deeply and prepare myself to go back inside and tidy up. There is always plenty to keep me busy. Then again, maybe I'll spend just a little more time out here and reflect. I smile. There's life in that house.