I decided to make breakfast for me and Kiddo this morning—her favorite, French toast, and I added strawberries. She sat down, and said, “Thank you so much, Momma! You didn’t have to... Read more >>

The first time I hit rock bottom emotionally I was on the verge of killing myself. I mean like deciding on whether I should slit my wrists or take four bottles of sleeping pills. (I was already taking... Read more >>

I sit here, inspired by a link on Facebook, then reinspired by Caroline P. where she questions whether she is ready to be a mother or not. I was about to leave a comment and thought I’d... Read more >>

Fresh from the Father in Heaven up above Comes a child sent to us on wings of a dove And nothing will compare to her Mother’s Love   Her heart is so full of emotion, which grew The... Read more >>

I believe in the power of cuddle time. Yes … just simple snuggling, cuddling, and loving up my eight-year-old son, Noah. It doesn’t cost anything. I’m not getting graded on it. My... Read more >>

In the morass of modernity, I think it is easy to lose track of what matters. I do. I think we are overstimulated, overwrought, overcaffeinated souls floating through busy and blurry days. I think we... Read more >>

Before our daughter was born, I had a pretty full life. If I think of my identity as a pie, the pan was completely full. I had healthy slices of Wife, Employee, and Me—my personal interests, my... Read more >>

Since I was a child, I longed for the day To hear a little voice say, Happy Mother’s Day.   It seemed like so long and it might never be That two people in love, would one day be three.... Read more >>

When they sleep, it’s like hearing a piano play melodic velvet notes. it’s as if soft moss is tracing it’s way over your skin. or like a drink of the coldest water at your... Read more >>

My three-year-old son, Dane, is really big on correcting me lately. “It’s not a truck, Mommy, it’s a garbage truck.” “That’s not my chair, Mommy, it’s my... Read more >>