We don’t know what to say when he asks for a sibling. We are running out of ideas. We feel like we failed him. We feel like we failed our husbands, our parents, and ourselves. Women have babies. Maybe we missed a page in the manual somewhere. Months turn into years. One doctor turns into […]
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I’m getting old. My 40th birthday is on the horizon, and before I remind you to respect your elders and get off my lawn, I’ve got some great news to share. This age is AWESOME.
Mama loves Pinterest. Where else would I find endless pictures of food photographed in the mysterious vortex where crockpot dishes look appetizing? Pinterest reigns with a mighty fist over my entire Target-loving, messy-bun-wearing, babysitter-dreaming kingdom. Pinterest makes us better one glue stick and can of creamed soup at a time. But occasionally, Pinterest inhales too […]
Knowledge is everything, y’all. I share the reality about living with these disorders in an effort to raise awareness, get rid of the stigma, and replace it with the truth. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder turned out to be much different than my perception, so here are a few symptoms of my son’s illness and the way […]
It Took About 30 Seconds The sonographer pointed to what was apparently NOT an arm, wrote “It’s A BOY!” on the screen, and I had his entire childhood mapped out. He would love books and be gregarious like me, in addition to being brilliant in math and science like his father. He would play soccer […]
I was 24 years old on the day the Twin Towers fell. Prior to 8:45 a.m. on September 11, 2001, I was all bliss, vigor, and confidence . . . a girl standing on the precipice of her whole story and assuming it would play out like an episode of Friends. The One Where Life Is Perfect I chartered […]
This post is part of “Bully No More,” an editorial series hosted by the Fort Worth Moms Blog. The older boy had been bugging him for a few weeks. It started as the usual, trivial (albeit annoying) kid stuff. When my second grader reported that a fourth grader was bothering him during an after school class, my […]