Grateful, Not Blessed

I have a confession: I seriously dislike the word “blessed.” Which is unfortunate, because it shows up in my Facebook newsfeed like eighty times a day. “Having a blessed birthday.” “So blessed to have a job that I love.”...

We Need To Learn How To Talk To Little Girls

While my girls and I were hundreds of miles from home┬ávisiting my parents, my almost-ten-year-old daughter got a fairly serious foot laceration. We took her to a local urgent care to have it examined; it’s always stressful seeking medical help when traveling,...

Moms Who Swear

Of all the topics I’ve ever written about, swearing evokes the strongest reader responses. Wait, I take that back: American Girl Dolls bring all the crazies to the yard. People love to chime in on that post. But my most widely read blog post is one I wrote...