Me, Mommy

Dear Mama, Keep on Hiking

We were on a family hiking trip. As usual, I packed a "just-in-case" backpack. There was a chance of rain, so I also had the kids' rain jackets hooked through each side of the bag and an umbrella dangling from my wrist. I thought nothing of it all…until a woman walked by us on the… Continue reading Dear Mama, Keep on Hiking

Me, Mommy

Mom Notes

To the mom rushing in late with wet hair, dragging quickly dressed kids and trailing muffin crumbs, you're my kind of girl. To the mom juggling a kid in each arm, an overstuffed backpack, a toy in her mouth and balancing a cup of coffee, I've been there, let's talk.  To the mom yelling across… Continue reading Mom Notes

Me, Mommy

When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes, I see us dancing. You, small and chunky and nuzzled safely in my arms. Swaying, just the two of us, all afternoon to the sound of my singing. Then I open them to find you showing me some new dance moves you learned from your friends. I see you, now… Continue reading When I Close My Eyes

Me, Mommy

Let’s Figure This Out Together

Dear Firstborn,  I failed a lot with you, I still do. I did a lot right too. I hope those good things, the ones I'm proud of, are the things that flood your mind when you think back to this time. This time of growing so fast I can't hold on hard enough. This time… Continue reading Let’s Figure This Out Together

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The Invisible Mom

Sometimes I walk into a room full of people, yet feel completely alone. It's like I'm completely invisible. Do you ever feel this way? I think we've all been there. Right? I also think nobody actually wants to admit or talk about it. Since my share filter is broken, I'm going there. I don't feel… Continue reading The Invisible Mom


With You by My Side

My ten year anniversary is approaching.  Naturally I'm getting all reflective and lovey and sentimental in preparation. The following is a result of this state of mind. Hope you enjoy! It's been a blink, yet a lifetime. A decade of days stacked together, connecting like powerful and delicate stones to create a forever foundation and… Continue reading With You by My Side


Dear Summer, I’m Ready

My child prayed for my legs. He was almost 3 and was so concerned about them being exposed to sunlight that he actually prayed about it. If that doesn't scream, I never bare my legs, I don't know what does. He was curious why I was going in the backyard to play in my underwear.… Continue reading Dear Summer, I’m Ready