Author’s Note: We’ve all got our stories. There are the polite small talk stories that we exchange with our work colleagues and parents at school drop-off. There are the sound bite stories that we post to Facebook. There are the made-up stories that we sometimes tell ourselves, the half-truth stories…
“I do believe we’re all connected. I do believe in positive energy. I do believe in the power of prayer. I do believe in putting good out into the world. And I believe in taking care of each other.” Harvey Fierstein Earlier this week, my youngest son came down with…
Last night, I stepped into the bathroom, shut the door, put my head in my hands, and unleashed the loudest silent scream I could muster. What had led to this private tantrum, you might ask? It was nothing in particular, actually, just a typical harried day filled with too much…
We are everywhere, but sometimes unnoticed. We walk with silent footsteps, but leave behind deep and heavy footprints. We are the parents of the unborn, the sometimes unnamed, but the never forgotten. We carry the due date – the one that will never be a birthday – on our hearts.…
“Nothing about parenthood (or life for that matter) is perfect, but truthfully, I wouldn’t want things to be perfect because the messy and complicated imperfect is so much more fun.” I’m writing over at the world-famous (like best-selling author famous!) Scary Mommy website today about letting go of expectations and…
“Check it out,” my friend said. “The boys are going off the high dive.” I stopped watching my younger son, who was splashing in the shallow end of the pool, and spun my head toward the diving well. Sure enough, there was Jack and one of his buddies, racing up…