Bad Days Happen

Yesterday afternoon, around 5:25 pm, I was on my hands and knees crawling around my kitchen floor, picking up little brown bones and bits of kibble, while my child stood in the doorway and begged for dessert and the lima beans on the stove boiled over onto my flat top, impossible to clean, range. And […]

Cradled in my Heart

Last night, I cradled my son in my heart.  I tucked him, soft and sweet, into his bed, waited while he fell asleep, then I picked him up in my mind’s arms and cradled him close in my heart, as I do every night, when I tiptoe from his room. I’ve been accused of babying […]

Monday Rants and Rambles

There are few things that get me as riled up as disrespect… any type of disrespect. I encounter it a lot at home because, you know, my kid is four. I encounter it a lot at work because, you know, I’m a woman… in the South… who’s a lawyer.  I encounter it a lot on […]


It was an average afternoon. I’d spent the morning cleaning up, doing little things here and there, pushing the vacuum cleaner over and around the carpets and floors.  Every now and then I would stop, place a tender hand on my stomach and smile through the twinge and pull of feelings there. It was August […]

Losing the War

Everything is a battle lately and I’d be lying if I said I thought, even for a moment, that I was winning. I am not winning. Parenting through this stage is like a war of words and tiny fists and feet and so. much. whining. And I am losing every day, little by little, inch […]

Decidedly Messy but Oh So Happy

In the days, weeks, and months after divorce, I was convinced I was totally broken. I was ruined for all eternity, never to love again… never to be in a relationship again… never to feel that sweet rush of comfort that comes from just having someone beside you; someone who gets you, knows you, and […]

Lessons in Consequences

“This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you,” I thought to myself, as I finished toweling off the child who had thrown a fit first about getting out of bed and then about getting into the shower. Eventually, I’d had to run a bath because the screaming was too much over taking […]

Life with a Threenager

No one really warned me about three. I mean, I’d heard about the “terrible twos” and I’d had people jokingly tell me that the three’s were worse but no one really told me what that MEANT. See, at two, your kid is still sort of smallish. They are easily picked up and deposited in places […]

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